"C'mon Collins."
"But you can do it so much better…your hands are so much smaller…with those cute little fingers."
"Collins." Angel gave him a warning look.
"Aw. Baby, c'mon it's not fair." Angel was trying to teach Collins how to knit, and he was giving up a little to quickly for her taste. They had agreed that because they had so much to learn from one another, they would just take turns each week actively going from being the student to being the teacher.
"Collins, you made me read your entire anthology of John Stuart Mill—I think it's a fair tradeoff."
"Yeah, but it was so interesting, wasn't it?"
"If you're a dictionary." Angel mumbled and Collins gave her a disappointed look.
"Oh, Collins, c'mon, you just have to get your hands used to going at the same time and then you can make me a scarf or something—you've got like nine months till my birthday."
"Angel." Collins was pouting now.
"Oh you know I'm kidding."
"Either way, it'll be full of holes—"
"I'll wear it anyway. Besides the 'distressed' look is back." Collins smiled at this.
"Yeah, but it'll be gone by the time I'm done." Angel kissed his cheek in response.
"Just try."
"Okay." Collins starred at her for several moments longer and kissed her on the cheek as well, as she smiled back at him.
"How does this go again?" He asked, wrapping his hands back around the short piece of knitted yarn which was still hanging from the thick needles.