Carter could talk to you about Wilhelm Wundt for hours and you wouldn't get bored.

Sometimes, though, he would talk to you about it in moments that weren't super appropriate. Either while walking through the hallways in your free hour, maybe during the lunch break, or even in bed, at night.

It was 2:09am, and snuggled up next to you, was him, rambling about Behaviorism and its founder.

He would've been exhausting if you weren't married.