[Hunter's POV]
"....and I told her I loved her." I groaned, slamming my head on the table.
"Yes, I heard you the first ten times." Ash remarked dryly as he took a bite of his french fry.
I leaned over the table and striked him in the forehead, causing him to hiss in pain. "I'm paying for your food, all you have to do is listen without complaining."
He made a face and chewed angrily on his fries, "Yes..but what I actually.....need you to....do is not send me away and.....I will be your therapist... for the rest of our lives."
Scrunching my nose in disgust, I threw a napkin towards him, "Don't talk with a full mouth. Eat properly and wipe off the mess." I snatched his coke and leaned back in my seat, slurping, "If you win against me in a fight, I'll let you stay, alright? Now that we're done with your problem-"
"Wait, really?" He bounced in his seat, excitedly.
I shook my head at him, "Yeah, whatever. Can we go back to my problem now?"
