The cool Massachusetts air blew briskly as Sven and May shuffled out of the emergency clinic, it's neon lights bathing their downtrodden faces in harsh light.
"Not how I expected the evening to turn out."
"I feel like I should say I'm sorry, but it's really not my fault there was a pocket of hot grease in that cheesestick."
"Thanks, May, real concern for my well-being there."
"You've got a blister on you cock."
"Don't-" Sven raised his hands to shush her, "don't just say that out loud."
"Why?  You've got blister on you cock from getting hot grease on it because I was frotting it with a cheesestick.  Where am I lying?"
"It makes it sound like I have herpes or something."
"Fine."  May looked down a kicked a rock for emphasis.  After a moment she glanced as Sven and smiled wickedly.  "Hey everyone, this asshole's got blistered cock!"
"Jesus Christ, May, what is wrong with you?"  Sven yelled at May, who simply laughed in his face and gestured to the empty street.
"Oh no, all these people know your terrible secret," she intoned mockingly, "You're Sven...McBlistercock...Puspenis?...Blisteranchi.  Yeah, going with Blisteranchi."
Sven stared at her blankly, too angry and tired to really muster up anything but a glare.  "Fuck you, I'm going home."  And with that he silently started heading up the street.
May watched him walk for moment, expecting him to turn around, then started running to catch up with him.  "Are you serious?  I'm just having a little fun.  Don't be an ass."  She put his hand on his shoulder and tried to get him to look at her, but he just jerked away and kept walking, leaving the blue robot standing on the sidewalk.  After a few seconds he heard her running after him again, against his better judgment he turned to speak with her but she cut him off before he could open his mouth.
"Look, Sven, I'm...I shouldn't have said that, you're right.  I just thought that you'd find it funny too."  He looked at her silently as she started awkwardly fidgeting, "I mean, you got burned on your dick because of cheesesticks.  I- you're right, it's not really funny when it's your dick getting burned."
Sven glanced to the side and thought for a moment, then sighed.  "I'm just going to go home, I'll call you later or something.  Just don't...I'll be fine, May."
"Okay," she uttered with meekness that surprised both of them, and they quietly walked alongside each other down the blocks to his home.
"Are you walking me home?"  Sven asked after several blocks had passed.
Surprised out of the fuck, May flustered, "No, I just thought you might need help or something with your burnt dick."
"Oh my God, you are walking me home."
"No, I'm not!"
"Does this mean your processor, what was it, 'doth yondly quiver' for me?"
"One.  Shut up.  Two.  Shut up.  Three.  You're the only laugh I get in this bougie hipster hell, so I'm kinda invested in that cock still working."
Laughing, Sven put his arm around May and squeezed her tight.  Just as her discomfort started turning into awkward appreciation, Sven loudly proclaimed, "I think I'm going to write a song based on us."
"No!"
"I'm gonna call it, 'I Installed Siri on my Tractor, Now I'm in Love."
"I hate you!"
"Her eyes are headlamps with bulbs LED..."
"Stop singing!"
"But the street is empty.  And her skin is enamel paintjob in greeeeeeen!"
"I'm not afraid to go back to prison!"
Shoving him away from her, she stormed down the sidewalk, turning back to yell at him but stopping has she saw him laughing.  "You done?"
He walked up to her, suppressing a chuckle or two, and wipe a tear from his eye, "Yeah, I'm done."
"You're an asshole and I hate you."
"Back at you, jackass."
And for a brief second they slowly moved their faces closer together until a sharp wind whistled between them and they both thought better.  Quietly they continued walking to Sven's house, shoulder to shoulder, each resisting the urge to grab the other's hand.