[And now, even though he isn't having a painful coughing fit anymore, it still feels like his insides are shredding up. This is... Mav grumbles softly to himself and shakes his head, trying to sort out his thoughts, but when that fails, he pushes himself closer. Hesitates.]

I don't know you that fucking well, but I know you drive me crazy. You're such a little shit. And that -- that I...wouldn't change that, because I like you, and wanna keep getting to know you and how much of a little shit you can be. Whatever the fuck that's worth...