He makes me laugh.
The things he says.
It's not that they're funny, as such.
The same comments from anyone else's lips, and it wouldn't be the same.
They don't have his eyes, his mouth, his brows, his singular snarky drawl.
That curl of lip and line of jaw.
That solid frame, those long lean limbs, that swagger of step, every move a sketch of confidence.
So why do I smile and shake my head, and bite my lip to keep my laughter in?
The others look from me, to him, confused.
They don't get it.
He makes me laugh.
The End
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