they’ll both know that she doesn’t mean platonic circumstances , she’ll blush and he’ll just look at her lips and laugh nervously
and then he’ll be like *internally screaming*
and i’ll be like
They’re shutting you down? What were we even doing, anyway? We’d sit around and wait for somebody to die some grisly, macabre death, or for the entire fabric of the universe to come shredding apart. We were the clean-up crew, sent in to mop it up and make sure it was all neat and tidy for the file. We were always too late, anyway. We were too late for Olivia.