Imagine your OTP getting into a heated argument and person A accidentally confesses their love for person B out of frustration
"It was just a little accident!" The red was no longer confined to her, but all over his paperwork and desk as she slammed her hands down. "Don't get so worked up over it!"
"Thirty-seven unscheduled deaths, Sutcliff, give me thirty-seven reasons to be worked up." His day's work lay scattered and stained before him, and his patience fared no better. "How am I to explain this to the Board, hm?"
"Don't get your knickers in a knot, Spears, I also cleared out the two Class S Demons who turned up once I rid the pub of those brutes. They picked a fight, not me." Grell huffed, preening her hair of gore and dried blood.
"You. Are. Infuriating." William seethed, seeing more red than he cared for. "You are an out of control menace and your bloodlust is better suited to the Battalion than the Division!"
"Well why don't you just wave your magic pen and transfer me over to the Armed Forces?" She screeched, teeth bared and eyes blazing.
"Because I can't bear to think of my life without you!" William shouted, the words leaving his mouth before his brain approved. The silence between them was loud enough to deafen.
"I..." She cleared her throat, reaching out to preen his tie before trying again. "I guess I better stick around."
"I guess so, yes."
"For the sake of your productivity, of course." She brushed her fingers against his cheek and he closed his eyes at the touch.
"Yes, of course."