A Drain Without Air

While hes close to tears, Im on the other mitt close to laughter! I cant explain how much I love to control this losers breaths. Indeed I complain about his cants, but secretly its my beloved indicator for his level of ache. No sooner did I let him breathe again than it sounded like it was his very first breath for years! And I am the one to control it. The less he likes it, the more I love it!!