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I frowned and he noticed. “Sorry. Distasteful joke. I know,” he said, looking disappointed at himself. When he was fully up, I looked away when I noticed the very obvious bulge in his pants. I kept reminding myself that it was natural. He didn’t seem to notice it either, so it had to be. “I use humor to hide my pain,” he said with a dry chuckle. His gaze softened as he peered into my face on his way out of the room. “Are you okay, though?”

But as the syllable left his throat, his torso began to heave, and a low, mocking rumble of masculine laughter broke from his chest. “What element of this crisis introduces humor to your spirit?” she asked, her aura flaring with deep irritation.

’ Although he was doing his best, he could not quite hide the minute spasm at the corner of his mouth. Well, that was a relief. If not actually kicking, his sense of humour was at least alive and twitching. On the other hand, if he’d been behaving like what she and Kate called a BHP - for boring, humourless prat - she would begin to go off him, which might be no bad thing. A man could be rolling in dosh and dishy as you like, kind to old ladies and even a ten on the Richter Scale kisser, but without a sense of humour he was about as much use to Claudia as a 32A bra.

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

he muttered, almost to himself. The word should’ve stung. It didn’t. The way he said it wasn’t cruel it was bemused, almost fond. Like he was turning the idea over in his head, trying to decide whether weird was a dealbreaker or something he could live with. Like maybe, just maybe, he was trying to figure me out too. I decided to push back. Humor was my only reliable weapon in situations like this. “Weird is just another word for interesting,” I said, forcing a grin I didn’t feel. “You’re welcome.”

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

"All pale and transparent." I laughed. "Boo hoo," I said, smirking. Her expression twisted in confusion. "What is wrong with you?" Oh, she was actually being mean. I really needed to get a grip on this pack’s humor—it flipped from dark and sarcastic to nonexistent in the blink of an eye. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were joking," I said. "Considering you look like a joke, I didn’t realize I was supposed to take you seriously." Oh, it was on.

“If he didn’t mean to, why would he even consider telling me?” Hailey was speechless. “I just wanted to tease you.” She instantly found this funny. "Now I understand why your mother was so surprised when you made a joke last time." "This man genuinely lacks the brain cells necessary for humor." He likely only cracks jokes when he's in a particularly good mood; he's that peculiar. Hailey's laughter was making Travis feel a bit embarrassed. Fortunately, his habit of maintaining a poker face prevented her from noticing.

Their breathless snickering filled my ears as they circled me and looked down at me with nothing but lust and excitement in their reddened eyes. "Aw, missy, you really gave us a run for our money, didn’t ya?" One of them said, and his comrades laughed in response. I did not know what was so funny about what he had said. I never knew what humor was. Sometimes I like to believe I am broken because even with my girlfriends, I never smiled with them, I never laughed at the jokes they told. I never found humor in this world.

“Need help? Or do you need someone to dramatically throw it out of the window for you?” I couldn’t help the small puff of laughter that escaped. “You’re not funny.” “I’m hilarious. You’re just too stressed to appreciate fine comedy,” he replied with a mock sigh. “So what’s got your brain twisted in knots? Is it the treaties? The histories? Please don’t say the battle strategies. Those gave me nightmares.” I looked at him, and smiled,he was trying to make me laugh, he must have noticed that I was stressed. There was humor in his voice, but his eyes were watching me carefully—soft, concerned, like he saw through the armor I thought I was still wearing.