If he didn't, I'd wonder where Xanxus had gone. You were crawling around on the floor and begging him to put a gun in your mouth. If I didn't think you wanted to bang him, I'd say you were suicidal.

[She sighs, debating with herself. She could walk away from this, maybe watch it blow up, then visit both of them in the hospital and play Nurse Practitioner one at a time. Or she could put them together somehow. And they'd be, dare she say it, kind of good together. Beating each other up was playground flirting, there's clearly been some stirrings on both sides.]

You want me to push you two together and make you kiss?

[Fuck. This is going to end with her binge drinking, she just knows it.]