Made for Each Other

4:00 AM, Trevor has just come to bed after working on a paper since midnight:

Trevor: "Oo, are you getting up for water? Can you get me some?"

Me: "You have water. Your water bottle is half-full. Or half-empty, I suppose."

Trevor: "Well I want more."

Me: "All right, all right."

I secure lots of water, we fall into a contented sleepy silence until I have a revelation:

Me: "You know, this whole optimist-pessimist glass thing seems silly. Logically, a glass is half-full when you're filling it and half-empty when you're draining it."

Trevor: "Oh my god."

Me: "What?"

Trevor: "I was just thinking the exact same thing. I love you."

Me: "Clearly we have to be together forever."