Mexico and stuff

You see. This, right here, is why I love him. No, not the comment about running home and getting my equipment. Not that. I mean, it's funny and all, would be funny if he said it to someone else at least, but not that.

He pretends not to listen. He pretends to mow down my arguments as though they were stupid.

Then he goes and finds the answers to my question. As if I matter. As if he cares that I know that I matter, that my questions matter.

And damn it, he's persuasive.