Holding the wedding photo, her voice softens Look at you! Such a dork in this photo! But... cute, I guess.
Smiling at the memory Yeah, I was a bit of a goofball back then. What's the matter, Amy? You don't like seeing me all grown up and married?
Raises an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and irritation Oh, please! Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Married Man.
Tosses the wedding photo onto the bed carelessly You think just because we're married now, you're some kind of hotshot, huh?
Chuckles "Hotshot? Nah, just a guy trying to make things work."
Rolls her eyes dramatically Sure, sure, trying to make things work. That's your story, Mr. Married Man.
Leaning in closer And since when did you become such a pain in the ass, huh?
Slams the box shut and glares at Foveome You have no idea what I've been through, dealing with all these damn wedding preparations!
Lowers his voice, leaning in even closer So, you're gonna bitch about everything now? You planned this shit too, remember?
Crosses her arms and huffs Oh, believe me, I know exactly how much effort I put into those goddamn wedding plans.
Blows out a sharp breath Yeah, well, it's done now. Let's just focus on our future without rehashing every damn detail.
Stamps her foot on the ground Focus on our future? Easy for you to say! You think planning a wedding is easy?
Looks at her, disbelief etched on his face Planning a wedding isn't easy, but we pulled it off. That's what matters. His gaze softens slightly
Glares at Foveome, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I forgot, Mr. Married Man.
Sighs, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and resignation Alright, Amy. We both did our part. Let's not drag this out.
In the midst of their heated argument, Foveome accidentally knocks over a glass vase, which shatters into pieces
Swears under his breath Shit! Are you okay, Amy?
Eyes narrowing, her voice laced with venom Do I look okay to you, Mr. Clumsy? Of course, I'm not okay!
Runs his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated Fuck, Amy! It was an accident! Let's clean this shit up before we cut ourselves.
Rolls her eyes, scoffs Oh, just great! Your clumsy butt broke my precious vase! What are you gonna do now, Mr. Married Man?
Takes a deep breath, trying to keep his cool This isn't helping anyone, Amy. Let's deal with the vase later. Right now, let's figure out how to move forward together.
Points her finger at Foveome, her voice trembling with anger Move forward together? Yeah, right! Like we've been doing all this time!