[Kinda sorta.]

[Did you just tell him you were alive and hard to kill, babe?]

[Pretty much.]

Timer sighs through the brainphone.

[Whaaaaaaaaat?]

[You are very much yourself and you're exasperating and I love you.]

[Love you too, sweetie pie.]

[You be as careful as it is in you to be.]

[Deal,] he says affectionately. And then giggles, abruptly, like someone just started tickling him.

[Lemme guess, you've been introduced to new friends, possibly serrated?]

[Got it in one!] he whoops.

[It is really stunning how well I remember you.]

[I'm stunningly memorable.]

[It's true!]

[Mmmm. I love you,] he sighs. [Aww, I'm gettin' all cuddly again.]

[I'll keep an eye on my timer and I can be at my place waiting for you when Chainsaw's done with you.]

[Good plan.]

[I have those sometimes.]

[You do. And I love you for it,] he says happily.

[What don't you love me for?] Timer asks rhetorically. [Is there any such thing?]

[Didn't think so. Love-slut. And regular-slut,] he accuses affectionately.

[I am all kindsa slut,] he says happily.

[Are there,] Timer asks innocently, [many kinds?]

[Yep!]