COLT: I know
COLT: But I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you
KAT: I get it—and I appreciate it—BUT there is a man living in my house and he has to go EVERYWHERE WITH ME
KAT: I’ve had to wear a bra every day, Colt
KAT: Do you know how terrible that is?
COLT: I don’t but I can sympathize—and I am sorry
KAT: And you interrupted some VERY hot sex
COLT: That motherfucker better keep his hands to himself
KAT: I’ll have you know he’s very good with his hands
COLT: I’m not paying for you to get laid
COLT: Also I just threw up in my mouth typing that
COLT: Tell me you’re talking fictional sex and that I’m not paying some guy to bang my sister
KAT: You better not have hired “some guy” to be my bodyguard
COLT: ANSWER THE SEX QUESTION
KAT: It’s weird you want details…
COLT: KAT!
KAT: Stop being so dramatic. I was talking about hot FICTIONAL sex
COLT: This entire conversation was unnecessary and now I have to bleach my eyeballs
KAT: You started it and honestly, someone has to be getting laid and it certainly isn’t me
COLT: Again…I didn’t need that information
KAT: Apparently you did…
COLT: At least you’re not mad at me anymore
KAT: You sure about that?
COLT: Come on you can’t be mad at me still
COLT: (gif of cartoon dog making puppy dog eyes)
KAT: Maybe not mad but I’m still pissed
COLT: I’ll take that
KAT: You better and next time you need to loop me into your plan before an entire security team descends on my house
COLT: I promise
COLT: Love you
