"Me neither," he said. Then he stopped. "So you're admitting I'm your man?"
"Yeah," I said. "I am."
"Don't worry, I'm not lookin' at her. It's only you," he said into my hair and then he leaned down and kissed me. Then he broke apart.
"Shouldn't ask this, but I gotta. How come you got so pissed at me yesterday for using the word pussy, when you used the word cunt pretty freely right now?"
"I think I was looking for a fight and looking for an excuse to be mad at you."
He smiled. "Don't need that, do we?"
I shook my head.
"Let's see what the diagnosis is."