Maybe dating a girl with over a dozen cats wasn’t such a good idea. She’s laughing at you as your nose burns red, mucus dripping from your nostrils. “I-I’m fine,” you reassure her, the cats too adorable to push away.

“You’re fine, sure.”

Selina snickers. You keep telling her you’re fine, and she knows that’s not true.

“Just admit when you’ve been defeated.”