"Do you love me?" she cried. "Am I lovable?"
And with that he held her close to his chest, whispering his thoughts deep inside him. The honest answer was entirely not, but he spoke those words she craved.
"Entirely yes," he whispered to her soul, begging her to love him with feelings that weren't hateful.
He cried out to his hollow heart, to pound for only her. She softened her cheek against his chest and smiled to herself.
"Love," she thought, "What a pleasure it is."
He narrowed his empty head and smiled down to her.
"Love, what a distasteful idea."