"Please eat."
"I'm just not that hungry now."
"Puppy, it's been days."
"You kept me a week without food and drinkable water.I'll be fine."
They say that marriage is quite hard work. It's not easy to help your spouse through his lower points as his character might come out as unsavory sometimes.
But Luther's mouth has always been a problem, trying so adorably to cause me distress with various remarks. I found that little quirk of his quite charming.
It could have been the context of how we've met and my inability to kill him since he was the main source of my future plans—
But I grew quite attached to it.
It isn't the first time that Luther lost his voice in a depressive episode in our marriage. Yet this time was different.
His mouth was now out of service for both commentaries and feeding.
I don't mind spoiling my wife a bit, indulging him in his coping with losing another of his own pets. Not that I ever killed one of his precious delusions.
