“And how do you know this much about bombs again?”
“Honestly?” His voice is painfully calm. “The movies, mostly.”
OMG Bryce sweety honey darling
Fuuuuck being tracked. Shit's getting real. Bring it.
UGH SHAW. Sit on a beehive, dude. OMG SERIOUSLY, KICK HIS BALLS OFF SARAH. MAKE HIM A KEN DOLL. (Like i can honestly just PICTURE her fury right now and it's faaaab and he needs to die)
Are you-know-who and you-know-who-else in this yet? Two snarky gentlemen from a certain hbo miniseries?? WERE THEY THOSE TEXTS THAT DIDN'T HAVE NAMES JUST NUMBERS? CUZ THAT KIND OF REALLY FELT LIKE THEM.
Casey’s guest bedroom smells like freshly laundered sheets and her body wash, undeniable proof that she’s been spending too many nights here. Hahahaha haahaha no
God she knows all his tells. Kill me. (I MEAN LIKE DUH, BUT STILL KILL ME PLS)
like he didn’t know what to do with her when she was this easy. He caught her elbow, and with it some semblance of control, and put her in the back of a cab sometime later, told the driver her address and told
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I think I remembered that Bryce was actually a giant geek who just hides it better than Chuck/Morgan/everyone else when I was writing that part about the movies. Zork! Talking in Klingon! Total geek. So of course he was probably also a movie buff who complained about the inaccuracies of every film/tv show ever made once he actually became a spy but also secretly learned things from them like how to jimmy a door open with a credit card or how to reflect low to the ground laser beams with tinfoil so you can walk through them. Or maybe that's just stuff I learned. But also about bombs and defusing them because I like to think that's not realistically something you run into every day in the world of espionage
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“Honestly?” His voice is painfully calm. “The movies, mostly.”
OMG Bryce sweety honey darling
Fuuuuck being tracked. Shit's getting real. Bring it.
UGH SHAW. Sit on a beehive, dude.
OMG SERIOUSLY, KICK HIS BALLS OFF SARAH. MAKE HIM A KEN DOLL. (Like i can honestly just PICTURE her fury right now and it's faaaab and he needs to die)
Are you-know-who and you-know-who-else in this yet? Two snarky gentlemen from a certain hbo miniseries?? WERE THEY THOSE TEXTS THAT DIDN'T HAVE NAMES JUST NUMBERS? CUZ THAT KIND OF REALLY FELT LIKE THEM.
Casey’s guest bedroom smells like freshly laundered sheets and her body wash, undeniable proof that she’s been spending too many nights here. Hahahaha haahaha no
God she knows all his tells. Kill me. (I MEAN LIKE DUH, BUT STILL KILL ME PLS)
like he didn’t know what to do with her when she was this easy. He caught her elbow, and with it some semblance of control, and put her in the back of a cab sometime later, told the driver her address and told ( ... )
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