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"Babe. If you could only keep one or the other, which would you choose? Me or pizza?"
[REDACTED] sighed loudly, and turned around in his chair to face his boyfriend. "Archer, I know you’re bored, but I’m trying to work here. Give me like, five minutes of peace. Please."
Archer groaned. "Work is fucking stupid. Like, do you have to kill people? Can't you just go into accounting or something?" He looked over at [REDACTED]'s laptop screen. "Wait, you're planning on killing in a summer camp?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"No, nothing, it's just… a summer camp? Of all places?" He put a hand to his chin. "The past two places you killed were personal to you, being your house and your family's hotel, but this… seems unrelated. Unless it is personal to you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," [REDACTED] grumbled under his breath, before going back to typing on his laptop.
Archer walked over and sat next to his boyfriend , placing his head on his shoulder and watching him type. "Are you okay, dude? Like… genuinely? You’re not usually this high-strung. I know it was a bit rough with what happened earlier today, but that was mostly my fault."
"No, no, no," [REDACTED] interrupted. "Don't even start. It's not your fault, or mine, or anything. It's the system. It's capitalism. And it's gonna die."
Archer raised an eyebrow. "You're starting a revolution? "
"Not quite. But if it came down to it, yeah, sure."
"Dude." Archer leaned back, grinning. "You're so hot when you get all angry like that."
"You think I'm hot all the time."
"And it's true!" He grabbed one of his hands, lacing his fingers with his lover's. "I'm serious. You're great, and amazing, and I love you, and I want you to know that. I know we were joking about the whole 'I'd give up pizza for you' thing, but honestly, I would."
[REDACTED] smiled gently, squeezing his hand. "Love you too. You're also very hot. Most of the time."
"Wooow, thanks bitch." Archer rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"But seriously. Do you think you can calm down a bit? You're too hyper. It's like having a puppy."
Archer gasped in mock offence. "Okay, first of all— "
"Nope. Shh. Go to bed, or at least lay down and shut up."
"Okay, I guess I can take a hint. Don’t stay up too late!" Archer began to walk off, presumably to bed.
"Oh, and Archer?"
"What's up?"
"If it came down to it, I'd pick you."
"Pardon?"
"Over pizza. If I had to choose. I'd choose you ."