Abel is on a self-imposed detox* that includes missing out on chocolate and caffeine. He can be strong of will when he needs to, and not succumb to temptation, but this doesn’t mean he won’t also whine about it.

On Friday evening he was cooking dinner, which smelled delicious, but he was bitterly complaining about how lack of chocolate might just kill him in the immediate future.

“Aw, poor you,” said I in a full-on ‘supportive wife’ mode. “Would you like me to give you a blow-job?”

“No,” said he miserably. “I just want chocolate!”

Clearly, the poor man was beyong any help.