“I hate airports.”
Luke was slumped into a chair that was definitely not designed for slumping in, leaning heavily on Nico’s shoulder. Nico looked at him. It was a look he had perfected over the years, a combination of amused, sympathetic, and infinitely put upon. It was a look that said, very clearly and in a loud voice, it’s a good job I
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MY LOGIC IS FLAWLESS.
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I'm so glad they work for you :)
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Nico started singing softly, wistfully: such a heavenly way to die.
Luke’s eyebrows did something simultaneously confused and confusing.
“That’s a bit morbid, isn’t it?”
“For the sake of our relationship, I am going to pretend that you just acknowledged my clever and tuneful Smiths reference.”
Is made of utter win. All fics whould include a Smiths reference. ;)
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