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[sheriffing]

[Some people call, some send naked pics, and then there's Emma:]

Hey.

What time are you coming home?

[dishearten]

( his response is a little delayed, which might be a bad sign. )

not as soon as I'd like. especially after that picture.
you'll still love me if I tell you I'm here until 4am, won't you?

[sheriffing]

Oh.

[ So much for reaching out a little. Emma knows it's not his fault, but she can't help being a little disappointed. ]

I still love you.

[dishearten]

That oh doesn't inspire confidence. Is that your final answer? Do I get a chance to convince you why I'm worth keeping on?

[sheriffing]

Who says I need convincing?

[dishearten]

in my experience "Oh." doesn't generally precede genuine approval.

I'm teasing you. Remember, when we used to do that? Tease each other? I could stay stone serious if you like but nobody ever told me that having magic meant you couldn't tease your wife ever again. That might take some practice; see, I'm already doing it again.

[sheriffing]

You sure you're not just being mean to your poor wife?

[dishearten]

Practically positive. I'm not sure I even know how to be mean to you, I've never been inclined to try. You've got an even worse pout than Marshmallow, I wouldn't bring that on myself.

[sheriffing]

You just did. Telling your wife you're going to be home at 4 a.m. is pretty mean.

[dishearten]

I don't think it's mean unless I don't have a good reason
and I do.

[sheriffing]

I'll be the judge of that. What's your good reason?

[dishearten]

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[sheriffing]

I want a divorce.

[dishearten]

I don't believe you. I wouldn't have married a woman that would hold helping a new mother feed all fifteen of her puppies against me. It had to have been in those vows somewhere.

[sheriffing]

Alright, next question.

Which one's ours?

[dishearten]

that's why they're here and not at home, or we'd go from two to eighteen and even I have to draw a line somewhere.

[sheriffing]

Now I definitely want a divorce.

[dishearten]

You still don't. I'm calling your bluff.

If you divorce me you couldn't meet them tomorrow.

[sheriffing]

You're spending the night with another woman.

[dishearten]

she's given me at least a few kisses, but I did tell her I was married. after having fifteen babies I think we ought to give her the benefit of the doubt.

[sheriffing]

She's not the one I'm worried about.

[dishearten]

if I intended to leave you for a dog, I'm fairly certain I'd have done it already.

No, I will come home to the wife that I love even more than these tiny Dalmatians just as soon as the morning shift comes in five hours early, with the night staff out sick. Not even sixteen Dalmatians would keep me here if I had another choice, and that was true even before you tried to tempt me with s'mores.

and that, for the record, wasn't teasing.

[sheriffing]

Do you need anything?

[dishearten]

Hearing you love me without an "oh" tacked on the front might be nice

[sheriffing]

I'm sure it would be.