"I don't wanna," she blurted out. "I'm still mad at you. You're leaving me for that... that... that girl!"
At least she can still distinguish him. Props to that. "I'm not leaving you for anyone, Astrid."
"But you are!" she whined—adorably. "You're going to... to... somewhere with her! I don't want you to! I'm firing you! You're fired!"
He can't help but chuckle. Astrid can barely even sit up straight and struggled to even keep herself awake. Her words were a bit sluggish but no matter how hard she tried, she really is unable to talk straight.
"You're firing me?" he repeated—trying not to burst out laughing. "So you don't like me anymore?"
"No," she slurred. "I still like you... so much--hey! Stop moving! You're making me dizzy! Take me home. I'm sleepy."
A deep sigh escaped his lips
