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She shows affection by punching his biceps and with backhanded compliments. He accepts them because he has learned to feel the fondness in her fists.
He shows appreciation by happily accepting her crassness. She belches and swears and picks her toes, and all their friends groan and complain, but he smiles.
Together they laugh at an inside-joke. “You had to be there,” They explain, when asked what was so funny. They stifle more laughter. Their friends’ confusion makes it funnier.
She whacks his shoulder, grinning. “I know, I know.” He says. The friends think they must have a secret language.