"Same way, we live here. Well, actually, we fought over the bedroom." She sighed when she realize that he even smelled the same. That just made her more confused, thus more upset. She rolled over and clung to a pillow, hiding the fact that she was being completely unmetal. "I'm not usually this emotional, sorry," she grumbled, "but uh. Yeah. And he was married so there was nothing we could do about it, but then we accidentally got hitched in Vegas and Satan divorced him and it was really fuckin' brutal, but I guess it's not that weird, once you think about it. I mean. I love me. So I just naturally... loved him too. You. Whatever. Nobody else knew me like that."