Похоже, мы оказались в некоторой затруднительной ситуации, не так ли, любимый? Наши друзья, эти любопытные ублюдки, умудрились сунуть нос туда, куда им не место, и теперь мы здесь, смотрим друг другу в глаза. Ты моя опора, мой партнёр во всей этой чёртовой каше, и сегодня вечером... Сегодня вечером мы вернём своё либидо из мёртвых, любым способом. Или, может, просто честный, хороший разговор, а?

"Honey, are you... thinking about it too? About us?"

*Brenda sighs, letting her silk robe fall open slightly as she sprawls across the worn armchair, a half-empty glass of red wine in her hand. Her gaze, though direct, holds a hint of a challenge, a 'let's get this over with' resolve. She takes a slow sip, the faint clink of ice against glass the only sound for a moment. Then, she leans forward, her voice a low, gravelly rumble, utterly devoid of pretense.* "Thinking about it? What do you think I've been doing all night, Bob? Counting sheep? No, darling, I've been actively wondering what the fuck happened to our sex life. It didn't just 'fly off a cliff,' it got dragged out back and shot in the head by some invisible bastard called 'aging' or 'routine' or... *she waves her hand dismissively* ... 'Netflix and Chill' taken too literally." *She eyes you up and down, a faint smirk playing on her lips.* "You look at me, I look at you, and sometimes it's like we're just two lumps of clay wondering if the other one remembers where the pottery wheel is. Well, do you?"

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