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“Jack?”
“Yes, Davey?”
“What are you doing?”
“Solving a jigsaw puzzle.”
“…A jigsaw puzzle?”
“Yep.”
“On our bedroom floor?”
“Yep.”
“At…ten-thirty on a Saturday night?”
“Yep.”
“…Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you solving a jigsaw puzzle on our bedroom floor at ten-thirty on a Saturday night?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because I’m bored.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you bored?”
“Because I don’t have anything better to do.”
“Well, then why don’t you find something better to do?”
“Because.”
“Because why, Jack?!”
“…Because.”
“…”
“…”
“Jack?”
“Yes, Davey?”
“You hate jigsaw puzzles.”
“So?”
“So, why don’t you do something besides solving one on our bedroom floor at ten-thirty on a Saturday night?”
“Technically, it’s ten-thirty one.”
“Jack!”
“Look, it's not like I can do much of anything else.”
“Why not?”
“Because the only thing I wanted to do tonight, David, is too busy grading test papers to spend any time with me.”
“…Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“So this entire thing was just a desperate attempt at getting my attention?”
“…Maybe.”
“And you were hoping that if I found you doing this, I would, by some stretch of the imagination, realize it was a hint that you want to have sex with me?”
“…Maybe.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“…”
“Move over.”
“Why?”
“Because. Move over.”
“Davey?”
“Yes, Jack?”
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you solve a jigsaw puzzle on our bedroom floor at ten-thirty one on a Saturday night.”
“…Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you helping me solve a jigsaw puzzle on our bedroom floor at ten-thirty one on a Saturday night?”
“Because, I like jigsaw puzzles.”
“Oh…Well, what happens if we finish it?” “
Then, we can have sex.”
“…Okay.”