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"Would you still love me if I were a worm?"
Darios rolled over to face Morty. "Huh?"
"Would I be enough for you if I were born a worm?" Morty asked. His hands laid across his chest as he stared at the stars with sadness.
"Well..." Darios replied. "I'd miss hearing you ramble all the time, but you'd still be adorable."
Morty looked over at his lover. "I-Is that a yes?"
"We're literally married, honey, of course I would," he grinned. Darios rested his right hand on top of Morty's. The ghost sobbed hysterically in response.
Everything would be okay.