[ Oh, look at that. Regret swoops right in in record time! She should've let the drinks keep her mouth shut. This is the price she pays for trying to be nice. ]

I totally should've slit your throat and told you this after you died.

[ And it's Tech on her mind as she pouts. They'd shared some of her most cherished moments, painfully romantic, painfully sweet. And the day they'd gotten engaged and stayed tangled up in each other for hours upon hours...she didn't think anything could ever possibly beat that. It's why she didn't want to give this jerk of a man such high praise before (aside from the stupidly obvious reasons), because those all meant so much.

Inwardly, she winces. Apparently, broken test tubes and a good bite to the neck could trump everything else. God, hopefully this never got back to him. The guilt is already bad enough! ]

Just shut up. It's enough I'm even letting you help me walk!

[ So she says. The number of times he's had to drag her is increasing exponentially in a short time.

A silence stretches on, where the only indications something's brewing furiously in her is some muttering and redness rising in her cheeks. She won't give in! She is above this! ]

C-Carry me already, then!

[ She is not above this. ]