Guybrush couldn't help but smile when his Cuddlekins said anything, but especially when she was assuaging his concerns over losing her. He wouldn't admit to having many fears, but given her entire thing with LeChuck and the monkeys, his near-death/actual-death experience, and the fact that she'd appeared in what he had thought might be Pirate Hell as a past version of herself who hadn't yet married him, adding 'Losing my Wife in New and Imaginative Ways' to the list didn't seem like a far stretch.
"Everything sounds better when you say it. When I suggest a plan, it just sounds ridiculous and slapped-together at the last minute with whatever I've got in my pockets." Usually because all of his plans fit that description.
"It's just that I'm worried this place will change things somehow, since you're from the past," Guybrush continued, throwing his usual caution when it came to discussing the future with Elaine-of-the-Past out the window. "What if we never make it home? We'll never get married, never get our first ship together, never have the kind of intimacy you only read about in the trashiest of romance novels!"
He sighed, slumping in his chair. "I know that as long as we're together, everything will be fine, but... what if you get mauled when I'm not around? We can't be together in the future if you're dead. I mean, we could be, but then it'd be like me and LeChuck or something."
An icy chill ran down his spine as he twitched in his seat. "Ugh, great," he mumbled to himself. "The mental image of LeChuck's favorite mast is in my head again."
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"Everything sounds better when you say it. When I suggest a plan, it just sounds ridiculous and slapped-together at the last minute with whatever I've got in my pockets." Usually because all of his plans fit that description.
"It's just that I'm worried this place will change things somehow, since you're from the past," Guybrush continued, throwing his usual caution when it came to discussing the future with Elaine-of-the-Past out the window. "What if we never make it home? We'll never get married, never get our first ship together, never have the kind of intimacy you only read about in the trashiest of romance novels!"
He sighed, slumping in his chair. "I know that as long as we're together, everything will be fine, but... what if you get mauled when I'm not around? We can't be together in the future if you're dead. I mean, we could be, but then it'd be like me and LeChuck or something."
An icy chill ran down his spine as he twitched in his seat. "Ugh, great," he mumbled to himself. "The mental image of LeChuck's favorite mast is in my head again."