Miserable Pile Of Words

They always told me to never get involved with mad scientists. And I guess I see why they do- it's a lot of effort to ensure someone eats, drinks, and breathes when they're that prone to fixating on a project. I have to ask, though... is that really a hassle, in your eyes? Sure, it can be weird to cope with, but it's just part of love to me. You do something nice for them, they do something nice for you- yeah, I guess that's transactional, but... Okay. Look. To put it as selfishly as possible: even if when I don't get all the wonders of companionship from her, I'm not exactly going to just give up on the estrogelgirl she made me.