"You are mocking me."
"Of course I am. You havve been acting like a polished statue for the past ten years. And now look at you, calling me in the middle of the night asking what love feels like. This is delicious. I should record this and sell it to the tabloids."
"Carl... I will have your house burned."
"So romantic." Carl commented obviously not threatened by Somto's words.
Somto leaned back, finally allowing a small laugh to escape.
"I don't know what to do, Carl."
Carl went quiet for a few seconds after Somto's answer.
"So you really are falling in love with someone?" he asked, carefully, still sounding like he couldn't believe the words.
Somto inhaled deeply.
"Yes."
Carl made a choking sound.
"Bro… what is happening?? You? You? Falling in love? I feel like I'm in a telenovela."
"Carl—"
"Okay, okay, fine. I could pretend to be wise and give you a heartfelt speech, but since this is clearly a medical emergency… let me Google this real quick."
