Benedict: [GIF of Michael Scott from The Office raising his eyebrows, leaning forward, and propping his chin on his hands.]
Me: [ on the GIF]
Me: He wasn’t the one for me.
Benedict: . . .
Benedict: [GIF of stuffed bear shifting its eyes side to side, wildly exaggerated]
Me: I’m scared to say anything more.
Benedict: Dr. Cordelia Wren scared of something? This is new.
Me: You scare me.
Benedict: You scare me.
Benedict: What do we do about that?
Me: Maybe . . . give me some time? I have a lot going on. I need to wrap my head around a few things.
Benedict: Absolutely. I’m not going anywhere.
Me: Okay.
Me: And . . . you meant what you said? At your house?
Benedict: I said a lot of things. But yes. Every single word was true.
Benedict: Especially the part where I told you I loved you and that I wanted to be with you. So if that’s what you’re asking, then yes, Spinal Cord—I am hopelessly in love with you, and I will wait as long as I need to (within reason) if there’s even the slightest chance you feel the same way.
It takes me a long time to respond because my heart has to start beating again.
Me: There’s the slightest hope.
Benedict: [GIF of Jim Carrey’s expectant face lighting up in Dumb and Dumber with the caption: “So you’re telling me there’s a chance!”]
Me: [GIF of Adam Levine slinking down in a chair and hiding behind his sweater]
A week later . . .
Me: What are you doing?
Benedict: Recovering.
Me: From what?
Benedict: Sanded down a banister for six hours today. My arms are useless noodles. If I drop this phone mid-text, know that I cared.
Benedict: [GIF of Bugs Bunny flexing, but the muscle droops like a noodle.]
Me: So if I challenged you to an arm wrestle right now, I’d win?
Benedict: Umm, I wouldn’t challenge you on my non-noodle days.
Me: That’s right, buddy. Screws don’t put themselves in spines.
Me: [GIF of Rosie the Riveter flexing her biceps in her blue coveralls and red bandanna.]