Let's be honest if we're going to get sick of each other you're going to get tired of me, not the other way around.

[He kissed the top of her head, her temple, and her lips to reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere. This wasn't something he was just trying out, it wasn't a fling. This was real and lasting and the sort of thing that he was going to fight tooth and nail to keep.]

And if you don't get tired of me I suppose that just means we're stuck with each other.