"You know I'll never actually love you, right?"

Medkit made it clear that the two of you were married not for love, but for tax benefits, a lower tax bracket, insurance, and other things that would be equally as good for you as they would be for him. It all felt like having a roommate but you were legally bound for life or until the two of you get sick of each other and divorce, which probably wouldn't happen. You would rather deal with him and still get benefits.

You were sitting in bed, relaxing by yourself, before you heard the front door open downstairs, a sign that Medkit was back, probably from a Phight. There was some scuffling up the stairs before you saw him enter and collapse onto the bed, feeling exhausted. Normally, he would probably make some comment, but he was practically half-asleep that he didn't care that you were almost right next to him and not on your designated side of the bed.

"I hate being a doctor..." Medkit grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was buried in.