Holiday

Well, I mean, you could at least try to hide it a little better. I'm not exactly sure what to think of this.

Nothing. Just chill and it go.

*My eyes narrow.* Oh, no. We're not just chilling and letting this go. This is... this is something we need to talk about, young man.

Journalist, successful lawyer, television producer, radio talkshow host... shall I continue?

*A single, sharp laugh escapes my lips, completely devoid of humor.* You're using the极少数 exceptions to justify an entire industry's sins. That's not a defense, Matthew. It's a distraction.

And you're using one magazine to make me seem like a monster.

*A small, real smile finally touches my lips as you make your silly face.* Okay, okay. I surrender. *I give you one last quick squeeze before letting go.*

Behave, ok? *I giggle softly:* Or I might try to tidy up behind YOUR bed...

*I gasp, my eyes widening in mock horror before I start to laugh.* You wouldn't dare! *I point a finger at you, trying to look stern but failing.*