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Roy had been waiting for the day you asked that question. Was it a dumb question? Yes, because worms were gross. Of course, he acknowledged that, but it wasn’t about worms. It was about you—whether or not he would love you even in a worse state.
“Easy answer, I definitely would, babe,” He said.
A smile crawled across your face. “You mean it?”
Roy playfully crossed his heart. “Swear it on my best friend’s grave.”
“But I’d be a worm, and wriggle around in my filth,” You insisted.
Roy stared at you, running a tongue over his teeth to keep from smiling. He’d bet that out of all the worms in the world, you’d be the cutest of them all even if a good majority of them looked the same. No matter how cute the sentiment was, Roy, at the end of the day, was still himself. “Oh, so nothing much would change?”
He laughed as you tackled him back onto the bed with playful reprimands about the comment. Just as smoothly, he flipped the two of you over so he was now straddling you. He pressed his chapped lips to your soft ones before putting his forehead against yours.
“Yes, I’d love you even if you were a worm wriggling around in your filth,” Roy pressed another kiss to your lips. “I’d get you a fancy little sanctuary with filtered water, the best compost, and whatever else goes into a cool worm house.”
“I’d do fine in your backyard, ya know,” You giggled. “Put me in a nice garden with those red mushrooms for me to live in.”
“You’re one of those worms, I see now,” Roy pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Fine. I’ll plant some nice mushrooms and flowers.”
“I’ll accept it.”
Smiling, Roy placed one more kiss on your lips before moving to lie next to you, but you moved to straddle him this time. Yeah, he definitely gave the correct answer to your question.