Idiot

One of many ways to say “I love you!”

“I have no idea why you still keep that thing around. You’re an idiot, you know that?” Hutch said, heading towards the parking lot after leaving the Torino with Merle.

“Yeah, yeah. What else is new?” grumbled Starsky.

“Hey, you know I call you an idiot when I love you. Don’t you?” he asked, nudging Starsky with his elbow.

Starsky snorted. “Don’t even wanna think what you’d call me when you hate me,” he replied, looking hurt.

“Aww, Starsk. You know I don’t hate you.”

“Well you do– or you did, in the morning, when the Torino stalled in the morning traffic, today. You didn’t even wanna be partners with me anymore.”

“I wasn’t mad at you Starsk– I was… I was mad at… at the Torino.”

“Same thing. You hate the Torino– you hate me.”

“Oh, come on,” Hutch smirked. Starsky loves his Torino, Hutch thought grudgingly. Don’t make me choose, Starsky had said, standing in that blazing sun when Hutch threatened to disown him.

“You would’ve chosen the Torino,” Hutch muttered under his breath. It was not a question, but a statement. “You love it with your life! You would’ve chosen it! You would’ve chosen the Torino over me,” Hutch concluded.

“Hey.” Starsky chuckled. He threw his arm over Hutch’s shoulder. “Do you know of anyone that I love more than my life? Someone whom I would give my life to? Someone I would die for?”

Hutch could’ve kissed Starsky right there, right in the middle of Merle’s parking lot.

Instead he pulled Starsky closer to him. “Idiot!” was all what Hutch could manage.