Theory of Love

 

Four years later...

 

"Hello, viewers. Here we are again with 'Chatting with Celebs.' As we mentioned earlier, we're going to interview the famous director of this era today. At this moment, everybody must have heard of the popular movie, Love Shook Up.' So, let's welcome Khai, Khunpol Krichpirom!"

 

"Hello."

 

"Well… You're not only skilled but also handsome."

 

"You're exaggerating."

 

"Today, we have lots of questions sent from the viewers and the fans of the movie. Our staff has selected some good questions. Today, Khai is going to answer everything, spilling his guts for everyone to see. Are you ready? If you are, then let's get started."

 

“Introduce yourself and your educational background.”

 

“Hello, I'm Khai, Khunpol Krichpirom. I graduated with a degree in Communication Arts, with a major in Film. I'm 26 years old.”

 

“What movies did you direct?”

 

“I made short movies with my friends back in university called 'Friend...Train..Rain and Platform Long for Love: After I'd graduated, my first job was an acne gel commercial skit called 'Lost: I'm fine if you're gone!' After that, I directed music videos for many famous artists, including Room 25, Scrapp, Tomato, and Oam from Alcoholl. I directed so many music

videos that I can't tell you all of them within three days. And this is the first time I directed a feature movie...Love Shook Up.”

 

“Did you expect that your movie would make more than a hundred million at the box office?”

 

“I made my movie with love. Just like what Christopher Nolan has said, we don't expect our movies to be the ladder towards our dreams, but we should have fun doing it.”

 

“And I think the earnings are a gift for my effort. How much did your movie make at the box office right now?”

 

“Almost 600 million, second to Pee Mark Phra Kanong. I'm truly grateful to my fans for supporting my movie.”

 

“You're only 26, which is very young compared to other famous directors. How do you feel?”

 

“I'm proud, but I always try to be a glass half full. I need to keep learning and working hard. Many experienced directors taught me a lot. I truly respect Jer Nawapoll. He's brilliant.”

 

“Your favourite and most-watched movie: 20 Shades of Wife!. Your fans are curious about the origin of the YouTube channel 'Friendly Movie.'”

 

“This channel was created a long time ago. It's Third's, my boyfriend's channel. It was opened when we were at university to review trending movies at the time. Third did most of everything while I joined in occasionally.”

 

“What do you think is the reason that the Friendly Movie channel has two million subscribers?”

 

“I think it's because of the fans of Third's and my movies. I still remember that after we graduated, before we uploaded Friend...Train...On YouTube, we had only 10,000 subscribers. But the number started increasing after we uploaded the short movie.”

 

“Let's ask a deep question. Who's your boyfriend right now? Your fans might not know him.

 

“My boyfriend is Third, Techaphon, the director of the famous TV series on UHT channel. I suppose everyone knows Hormones: Worn-out Teenagers. He's the director of that series.”

 

“What's your plan regarding directing work in the future? And what's your ultimate dream?”

 

“I'm working on a project, but it's probably going to take years to get the script done. It's also a rom-com movie, just my style. My ultimate dream is to make a movie with Third. Ever since I started working in this industry, we've never made a movie together despite making short movies.”

 

“Your life motto?”

 

“Looks aren't important; it's your isolation and strength that matter.”

 

"Wow, we've been fed well with the exclusive interview of the famous director of this year. I was so excited that I got to interview you."

 

"Same here."

 

"Khai."

 

"What do you want to say to the fans watching this right now?"

 

"Khai."

 

"You can say it now."

 

"Khai!!! When are you gonna come here and eat?"

 

Ah...

 

"What the fuck are you doing? I've been waiting for ages. Drag yourself here. One… two..."

 

Holy sheeeeeet! My wifey's calling.

 

"Coming right nooooooow. Hurry up, Bone, my wifey will scold me."

 

"Urgh."

 

The mission to drag myself there to be scolded by my wifey has started. I run out of the bedroom to my wifey at the dining table while Bone puts his camera and script into his bag quickly and catches up with us, smiling from ear to ear.

 

"What were you doing?" Third rests his hands on his hips, asking me in frustration. Who the hell stirred his mood swings last night? He's in such a crappy mood right now.

 

"I was making a video with Bone to upload on the Friendly Movie channel."

 

'Was it the time to do that? What time do we eat? The food has cooled down. The vegetable has shrivelled just like your dick. Will it taste good, huh?" He's attacking my ears with those long sentences, making me shudder. Ever since I dated Third, I've gotten more and more sensitive.

 

"Er...You two make up with each other. ...I'll take my leave now." Fuck you, Bone! You always flee when I'm in trouble.

 

"Are you leaving now? Why don't you eat with us first?" My wifey tries to hold our friend back. But look at Bone's expression. Does it look like he wants to eat with us?

 

"It's all right. I don't want to bother you."

 

"Hey, you're not a bother."

 

"I don't want to bother you, so at least don't bother me. See you in three days, my friends. Byyyyye." 

 

Our dear friend waves goodbye and shoots me a bitter look, then sprints out of our room so fast as if he's used a warp jump, leaving a hubby and a wifey who have been together for five years, holding each other's gaze warily.

 

"What now? Are you gonna sit down?"

 

"Yes, let's sit down." Don't make him repeat it twice, or else you'll get stabbed in the head.

 

Thinking back to the past, it was such a sweet time. We could cuss and everything, but now, he's the only one who can cuss while I have to watch my mouth and be nice without any objection; otherwise, his feet will fly to my mouth. I'm scared of him more than Spartan Blades.

 

"What did you do with Bone?" He interrogates me as soon as my ass touches my chair.

 

"We recorded a video, as I said."

 

"About your dream interview?"

 

"Ooooooh, honey, we gotta dream before making it come true."

 

"You'd better use your time to really do something."

 

"It's a four-day holiday. I want to rest a little."

 

"Did you make a plan?"

 

"I'm waiting for you to do it."

 

"Can't you do it by yourself?" 

 

Huh...Wanna get backhanded? But does he know what I'm thinking? No! He's forking his pork and enjoying his meal.

 

Our lives after graduation were all about growth. We both walked towards our dreams. I started learning from my experience and finally discovered what I truly liked, and so did Third. Time let us prove ourselves, and the results of our effort bore fruit.

 

We're working at the same company. My wifey is a scriptwriter. That's his main job. About the directing, he said he needed a few years’ experience before making a feature film. I just got a project a few days ago to direct a movie, Third, and I wrote its script with the director.

 

It was like a dream when we got approval to do it. My wifey and I cried together at the foot of our bed, feeling incredibly, unexplainably happy. You could say the movies in our lives have become a family business.

 

The interview just now was just practice. When we become famous, I'm gonna upload that video for our fans to watch because everything I said is true, except a feature movie we haven't started making, and the title isn't Love Shook Up.

 

"A four-day holiday...? Should we go out of town?" I suggest.

 

"Everyone is going out of town and ending up crowded in one place."

 

"Let's stay in Bangkok, then."

 

"Yeah." If that was the answer you wanted to hear, then you shouldn't have asked me in the first place. I'm trying to calm myself down before scoffing my food.

 

"Eat the side dishes." My wifey continues nagging.

 

".."

 

"Eat the pork if the vegetable tastes bad." But he keeps putting the shrivelled vegetable into his mouth, not even complaining that it tastes terrible. You know why? Because he bought it.

 

"Third, thank you so damn much for loving me."

 

"What did you say?"

 

"Thanks a lot for loving me." This little shit!

 

We're only being like this when we're alone together in our room. When we're outside or at the company, we cuss and say rude words as usual.

 

"No need to thank me. I'm cutting down on pork. I'm on a diet."

 

Arrigh! Wifey, why the hell are you on a diet? If I had to eat this shrivelled vegetable like him, I'd rather get fat.

 

"Shall we go to the Train Night Market tonight?" He considers it for a while. I used to think that the way he rolls his eyes when he's thinking was cute, but now I think he looks like Annabelle.

 

"Okay."

 

"Yes!"

 

"Will there be anyone else?"

 

"No, just us two."

 

"Um." He continues eating without a care in the world. This is our daily life. It might look boring, but it's actually fucking lively. It's even more fun when we're out on a set, working with the crew and actors. I have friends from every age, older and younger. We become good friends if we get along. If we don't, we greet each other occasionally.

 

Too and Un are still together. But that couple is a bit different. They're an indie type, making movies depending on their mood and only receiving jobs they're interested in. Bone is still single. He's been fooling around for years but hasn't settled. He's happy with the life he's having, though.

 

When we've finished our meal, I wash the dishes diligently. Third is the one who sets the rules for living together. For example, we take turns washing the dishes every other day. If we eat outside, we won't count that day. 

 

After getting ready without taking a shower, my wifey changes into a Nolan shirt and a pair of knee-length shorts and waits for me at the front door in a flash. I'm wearing the same clothes- a T-shirt and a pair of jeans with a shoulder bag Third bought me as a birthday gift last year. It's Gucci, but I just found out that it was fake a week ago.

 

"How long do I have to wait? I'll go alone if you don't go."

 

"Awwwww, I'm coming." I just wanted to spray perfume a little.

 

"Are you wearing perfume to make someone sniff at you?"

 

"No, I just don't want my armpits to smell."

 

"But you sprayed it on your neck, dumbass. Do your armpits hide in your neck?"

 

"There, there, don't be mad." I pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek so hard to please him. Whoa...his skin almost melted into my mouth.

 

"How are we going?"

 

"Chawee? The market doesn't have a parking lot."

 

"What will we do if someone steals it? Let's take a train. It's convenient," he says, kicks the door open, and walks out right away. I'm confused! Why did you ask your hubby, theeeeeeen?

 

The Train Night Market at 8 p.m. is very lively. I browse around til my legs hurt, but I still don't get anything except my wifey's Smurf pyjamas.

 

"Third, shall we stop here?" I ask him when we walk past several bars on our sides.

 

"Um, it's okay to drink a little." Hearing that, I stride towards the bar I've targeted as if my life depends on it, but then the voice loudest in my mind reaches me.

 

"Khai, where are you going?"

 

"The bar." I pointed at the bar I was running to at the speed of light. My colleagues and I come here often. The booze is terrible, but the girls are fire. It's fancy and classy, suiting my look even though I'm wearing casual clothes and carrying a plastic bag with my wifey's pyjamas.

 

"Not that bar."

 

"Then you choose. I'm okay with everything." 

 

Every bar is adjacent and has a similar style, so I don't have a problem.

 

"There, the bar I want to go to." He points to the other side, lined with several small bars.

Frappe cocktails! Damn, you're looking down on my drinking ability.

 

"You want to drink frappe cocktails?"

 

"Um."

 

"Don't you want Black?"

 

"Why would you want to get drunk? What will you do if we can't take ourselves home? Frappe cocktails are enough." 

 

He strides toward the small bar he's targeted. This bar is pretty cute. The owner converted his cream-coloured Volkswagen into a bar and set out many tables for customers.

 

"Welcome, please take seats. Many tables are free." The service is very impressive.

 

Third sits down first, and I follow. I look at the menu but keep my mouth shut because I want my wifey to choose by himself. If I choose something he doesn't like, I'm afraid to get scolded. Why do you resent me so much~ What did... to make you mad?

 

"Order whatever you want."

 

"What do you want to have?" Ah, he looks like he cares, but I don't dare to say a word.

 

"Whatever. Up to you."

 

"Strawberry juice?"

 

Pftt! You used to chug down a jug of booze, but now you want strawberry juice? Okay, why would the hubby of the year like me stop him? I smile at him instead of voicing my opinion.

 

"I'm asking if you want strawberry juice. Why the hell are you smiling? Are you nuts?"

 

Shick!

Don't tell anyone the life of a formidable director like me is under my wifey's thumb. I'm fine with strawberry."

 

"Why are you pouting?"

 

"I'm afraid you'll get mad."

 

"It's because you're always making me mad. I'm gonna go hard with you once we get home." My eyes sparkle.

 

"Are you talking about that?"

 

"You shitface, I mean the laundry. Don't forget to take care of it." WTFFFFFFFFFF?! It's all gone, the hope and dream I once had.

 

When we'd started dating, I used to think I'd be his man, his life's leader, and everything would be perfect. But no, the life I discovered was much more delightful. As Chen had said, maybe the heroes were born to be their wives' followers.

 

Soon, the waiter comes to take our order. Third orders a jug of strawberry juice. We're chilling out and enjoying the atmosphere because I'll never get drunk even if we drink ten jugs. This is pure juice.

 

"See? If we park Chawee over there, it'll look cooler than those bikes." I say, looking at the bar on the other side, the one I wanted to go to at first.

 

In front of that bar stood a bunch of big bikes and choppers the owners parked to show off. Plus, every single one of them brought their sexy girlfriends with big tits and butts here to make people jealous.

 

"Do you remember when you crashed it at the Med Building? Was it cool?"

 

Damn wifey, you've ruined my mood.

 

"Don't bring up the past."

 

"I'm trying to warn you. What will I do if something happens to you?"

 

"I thought you'd be happy."

 

"I can't live without you, Khai."

 

That sentence pierces through my emotions. I'm moved, the feeling I haven't felt for a long time. Third doesn't look up at me. He keeps his eyes on his phone, playing some stupid game, but this is what I know: He's fucking shy.

 

"Damn, I can't live without you as well, Third." 

 

Things are getting sweeter now. At least there's something good today.

 

"What did you say?"

 

"I made a mistake." Holy fuck! The sweetness is all gone, vanishing instantly because of what my wifey said, goddamnit.

 

We're drinking in the atmosphere, happily sipping a 1% alcohol cocktail. We finish the first jug without feeling anything, and then he asks.

 

"You choose this time."

 

"Blueberry, then. But can we add three more shots? The first jug was too weak."

 

Here goes the second jug. We're definitely on a drinking tour. I like the taste of alcohol this time because it's much stronger. We take turns chugging it down and order more. Before we know it, we're at the sixth jug, with five more shots. It's driving me crazy.

 

We're drunk, of course. These cocktails are easy to drink but can get you really wasted. The buckets we used to drink can never top them.

 

Both my eyelids are so heavy they're about to close down. Good thing my wife smacks my head with his giant hand to bring me back to my senses. I pay for the cocktails, and we wobble away to take a cab.

 

If it were other couples, the hubby would carry his wifey and gently put her down on the bed, but we dragged each other into our room. The thing is, I'm the one being dragged across the floor. I'm the coolest dude in every universe, the universe of demons, devils, and monsters, because I don't even have the strength to wiggle my feet.

 

Third drags me into the bathroom. I hug the toilet as if it's a bolster while Third, who staggers around, overwhelmed by the alcohol, takes off his clothes as if he's going to take a shower. That's the last memory I have, but I don't know what time it is or how long I've slept. When I open my eyes drowsily, I find that I'm still hugging the toilet, and Third, who looked like he was going to take a shower, isn't here anymore. 

 

I decide to crawl on the floor to sleep with him on the bed, but someone's body catches my eye.

 

Woah! He's here before my eyes, curling in the bathtub, you little shit. He looks the same as when we came back, except for the clothes he took off. I don't want him to get cold, so I pull the Smurf pyjamas out of the plastic bag left beside the bathtub and put them on him.

 

Now, I should carry him to our bed, right? But I'm so sleepy and drunk. I solve the problem by getting into the bathtub and cuddling him. I don't give a damn about the soft bed. Everywhere is a good place as long as Third is there with me.

 

"Hmmmmmm." He makes a frustrating sound when I've intruded into his territory.

 

"Let me sleep here with you."

 

"Ummmmmm."

 

"Can I hug you?"

 

"Jub, jub." He chews his saliva as an answer.

 

"Good night."

 

"Um." He either allows me or sleep-talks, pretty confusing, but I don't care.

 

We've been together for five years. We fight and get mad at each other very often, but it's normal for a couple. We've never dragged out our conflicts for a day, since both of us think it'll be a shame if we don't enjoy the happiness to the fullest.

 

On the other three days, Third and I don't plan to go out. We've stocked up on food. People working in the same field as ours would know that holidays are heaven. And sometimes, we don't want to waste our energy outside and want to spend time leisurely in our room. We'll wake up to have breakfast and go back to bed.

 

It might sound like a boring life, but it's my ultimate happiness.

 

"Khai, go sleep in the bedroom." My wifey's voice wakes me up as sunlight peeps through the bathroom's window.

 

"You woke up? Go back to sleep."

 

"My back hurts. Let's go to the bedroom." 

 

When I open my eyes, I see a pair of clear eyes looking right back at me. Third is very cute, you know. He's never changed through all of these years, and it stirs something inside me.

 

"Can I poke you on the bed?"

 

".."

 

"I want to do it."

 

"We reek of alcohol. It turns me off." I instantly fall from heaven. I'm wide awake now, watching him take my arms off his body and walk to the showerhead to take a shower.

 

He said we reeked of alcohol, so it'll be fine if we don't smell, right? Oooooooh, why would Khunpol miss the chance his wifey threw at him? 

 

I get to my full height, throw off my clothes, and step inside to shower with him.

 

"I'm gonna rub it."

 

"Then go rub it outside."

 

"No, I mean I'm gonna rub soap on your body."

 

"No need to. I have hands." Aw, darling, you're playing hard to get. But I can't take it anymore. Little Khai starts growing up. I can't wait till we go to the bedroom, so I'm just gonna do it here. 

 

I hug him from the back, planting my kisses on his shoulder thirstily. Little Khai tries to end its suffering by rubbing itself against Third's hip, making him gasp. I use my sticky hands to fondle him all over, then I lower my hand and wrap it around his hard part, holding it

hostage. Now that I've started, nothing can hold me back. "Third, can I?" 

 

My voice quavers. I actually learned how to make this voice from Bone, and it always works.

 

"All right, do whatever you want, but only once."

 

Yeah!!! I'm so happy I want to cry. It's gonna be fire. Since Third said I could only do it once, I do it once. Once in the bathroom, and the other two rounds on the bed and in the kitchen. Are you jeeeealoooous?

 

I can say out loud that this is the only thing I can be proud to lead. Before I know it, it's already three in the evening. My wifey's lying helplessly on the bed, his body full of kiss

marks I left everywhere my lips touched. Even though I cleaned him up, it'll take days for the marks to disappear.

 

"Third, I'm gonna cook you something." It sounds like I'm a charming hubby cooking for my wifey when I actually rummage through the fridge. When I find frozen food, I put it in the microwave. It's this easy.

 

Our lives as lovers are normal: no formalities, no luxurious food. We eat to fill our stomachs but live our lives to the fullest. When we have free time, we don't always stick together. We both have our own societies and groups of friends. That's why we sometimes split up to hang out with them. 

 

He's never restricted me or forced me to obey him. He's never made me spend a hundred baht per day. We have our own wallets. He only helps me manage my messy life. Everything is so damn great. Simple, but perfect.

 

Girls aren't problems. Third doesn't mind when I peek at someone's boobs and butt. He knows they won't like me, or maybe he knows I'll never leave him since I can't live without him. It's not infatuation that keeps us together for five years. Love plays a part, but we've been together this long mostly because of our strong attachment.

 

The food has been heated up. I put it on a plate, find a glass of water, and serve it to him on the bed. My wifey doesn't get sick easily. He's just a sleepyhead. The worst case was when I watched him sleep for over twenty hours. I thought he took a visit to hell.

 

"Third, eat."

 

"Ummmmm."

 

"Get up. You'll have gastritis if you don't eat."

 

"I'll eat later. Want to sleep."

 

"I'll go fucking hard with you if you get sick."

 

Silence. No response. He even covers his head with the blanket to get away from the annoyance. Not wanting to disturb his sleep, I eat outside and check on him at times.

 

"Khai.." Your voice quavers. Did you have an electric shock, wifey?

 

"What?"

 

"I have to email work to Ben at four."

 

"Uh-huh."

 

"Do it for me."

 

"What work?"

 

"The script."

 

That's it. He goes back to sleep. I guess he's not gonna wake up til late at night. I walk quickly to get his MacBook and turn it on. The lock screen stops me short before I could even do anything.

 

I can't log in. It needs a password. I turn my head to the person sleeping on the bed and ask.

 

"Tell me your password, baby. What's the password?"

 

"Honey, what's your MacBook password?" 

 

There is no acknowledgement from your requested number. I use his MacBook often, but I never shut it down. I close the screen when I'm done, so I've never had to type in the password. I've realised now that the one thing I've never known is his password. Urgh! I'm such a sucker.

 

"I need your password. Tell me what it is, or else I won't be able to send work."

 

"So annoying!"

 

What a clear reply. Maybe his password is 'annoying.'

 

Ding! Wrong. Well, how the fuck can it be correct?

 

Then...My wifey's birthday.

 

Ding!

My birthday.

 

Ding! Wrong. I try everything at this moment. His phone number, his name, our room's number, his student code, his employee code, his mom's number, his dad's number, his favourite food, or maybe...

'c-h-r-i-s-t-o-p-h-e-r-n-o-l-a-n'

 

Christopher Nolan! But it's still wrong.

 

"Get up and tell me your password. You'll be in trouble if I don't send it in time." 

 

Silence...

Nothing happens. I start rummaging through his drawer to look for the small notebook he uses to contact his important people. Good thing he wrote down his passwords in this book, such as his Facebook, Twitter, email, and online shopping app. He wrote everything down except….his MacBook password.

 

What the fuck do you want from meeeeeeee?!

 

I won't guess anymore. It's annoying. I carry his MacBook and walk towards the bed to get the answer from him.

 

"Third, get up. I can't send your work because I don't know the password." I start getting angry now.

 

"Hmmmmm, it's the same password."

 

"The same as what? How the hell am I supposed to know that?"

 

"Your name."

 

I stand there quietly, watching my wifey turn around and get back to sleep, completely ignoring me. Is his password my name? This is amazing. I suddenly feel so happy.

 

Let's try again. I return to the desk and type each letter calmly.

'k-h-u-n-p-o-l'

 

After pressing the Enter key, the home screen appears. Heck yeah! We Are the Champions starts playing in my head.

 

I send his work without any difficulty. My wifey opens up his eyes to see the world again at five in the evening, and I have to heat the food for him again. We talk about his password for a while, and now I know the reason why he uses this password-it's to show that everything he owns is mine as well.

 

Awwwwwwww, I quickly get my phone and call my mom to tell her about this. And so, I use this chance to change my MacBook password from 'fuckthird-everyday' to the classy

Techaphon.'

 

Three days have passed. We stayed in our room, not going anywhere. We woke up to eat and cuddled on the bed. When it got late, we opened the fridge and grabbed the beer to sip on the balcony. We played rock-paper-scissors (the loser has to take off his clothes) several times. It was like I got horny every fifteen minutes. 

 

Now, this happiness has come to an end, and we've gotten back to doing our best with our work again.

 

One year later...

 

"Third, send work for me." 

 

My wifey used to treat his hubby like a slave in the past. Today, I want to take revenge because I've been his slave for such a long time. Now that I've got a chance, I want to get back at him. I see Third work in the bedroom while I'm eating at the dining table. I need to shout for him to do something. This is fucking romantic.

 

"What work?" He asks.

 

"The latest script. Episode fifteen."

 

"Send it to who?"

 

"Chen." We work at the same company, so we often get to work together. The brotherhood of Comm Arts is really strong.

 

"Wait a sec. Let me finish my work first."

 

"Okay."

 

It's the script I wrote for the second movie in my life. After the first movie succeeded beyond expectations, I took my wifey to Japan to celebrate. I actually wanted to take him to New York, but my visa application got rejected.

 

Thinking of it makes me want to cry. How could you reject a handsome guy like Khunpol?

 

"Have you sent it?"

 

"Wait a sec. I'm working."

 

We share everything, both our daily lives and work. Third always helps me read and improve my script. That's why he is one of the first people who know the story of the next movie.

 

Third gets quiet for a while. And soon, he walks out with my MacBook in his hands, looking irritated.

 

"Did you change your password?"

 

"Yeah, sorry. I changed it last night."

 

"What's wrong with my name?"

 

"It's too long."

 

"What's the password, then?"

 

"Will you marry me?"

 

"Huh?!" He looks like he can't believe it. 

 

"What's the password again?"

 

"Will you marry me?"

 

"Is it that long?" He starts blushing after hearing me say those words again.

 

"It's not my password, but it's a hint. You have to type the answer."

 

He puts the MacBook down on the dining table. I watch him try typing 'no,' and, of course, the screen is still locked.

 

"Be serious. I'll ask you again. Will you marry me?"

 

"If you accept it, type the answer. If not, go back to work."

 

Third doesn't say anything more. He presses his lips together tightly and decides to carry my MacBook back into the bedroom without a word.

 

That bastard wifey rejected me. The password is 'yes.'

 

Typing it down means he accepts it, but he goes quiet for a long time, so long that my heart drops. Unable to take it anymore, I get up to my full height, about to go to him in the bedroom, but then, the voice of the person who makes me anxious reaches my ears...

 

"Khai."

 

"What?"

 

"I've sent your work."

 

That answer makes me smile unconsciously. That means he already typed down the password. And since he typed down the password, it means...

 

"All right! Let's get married."

 

END