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“Copia, would you save me if I was kidnapped by ghosts?”
All is quiet in the bedroom for several seconds, the question hanging in the air before Copia rolls over, his eyes bleary from sleep as he looks at you.
“Eh…what?” His tired face screws up in confusion. “Why are ghosts kidnapping you?”
“Don’t think too much into it, just answer the question.”
Copia has the good nature to look amused by your early, early morning question, his arms wrapping around you to pull you across the mattress, squeezing you to him like a teddy bear as he rests his cheek just above yours.
“Mmm, I would be very sad, amore,” he mumbles, closing his eyes as he nuzzles sweetly into your skin. “Very angry that ghosts took you from me.”
“So what would you do?” His sweet embrace is rapidly drawing you back to sleep, your voice soft.
“Ah, la risposta è semplice. I would summon an entire demonic army to save you and deliver the ghosts unto Satan,” Copia heaves a sleepy sigh, his voice growing quieter. “Their souls would burn in the pit in eternal hellfire.”
You stir and twist in his embrace to look at him. “Wait, you can do that?”
Copia hooks a leg around yours and readjusts you, his body like a weighted blanket to calm your racing little mind. He drags the covers firmly over you both. “Go to sleep, amore.”
You fall into silence for several seconds.
“I love you, Copia.”
A lingering kiss to your forehead, a soothing thumb across your brow. “And I love you, so very much,” he says.