“Scott, just listen to me, okay? You’re not no one.
Okay? You’re someone. You’re Scott, you’re my best friend.
Okay? And I need you.
Scott, you’re my brother.
All right, so if you’re gonna do this, then I think you’re just gonna have to take me with you.”
I’ve always been crazy about the “opposites attract” kinda pairings, like:
The Permanent Frown vs The Smartass
The Relativity of Good and Bad
The “You Don’t Make Sense But Apparently I’m the Only One Who Understands You” squad
Darkness vs Light
Too Awkward To Function vs Literally Won’t Shut Up (but deep down they’re both equally dorks)
And let’s not forget the “This Relationship Is Built Solely On My Endless Patience and the Fact That Murder Is Illegal” squad
Preferably one is a bit grumpy and kind of introverted, not
good with expressing themselves but still feels very strongly and
deeply. While the other one is more open and kind of mischievous,
doesn’t take things too seriously, or the literal incarnation of
sunshine and happiness. Whenever I find this kinda pairing it’s
18-19 May 1536— “This morning she sent for me, that I might be with her at such time as she received the good Lord, to the intent I should hear her speak as touching her innocency always to be clear. And in the writing of this, she sent for me, and at my coming she said: ‘Mr. Kingston, I hear I shall not die aforenoon, and I am very sorry therefore, for I thought to be dead by this time, and past my pain’. I told her, it should be no pain, it was so sottle. And then she said, ‘I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck’, and then put her hands about it, laughing heartily. I have seen many men and also women executed, and that they have been in great sorrow, and to my knowledge this lady has much joy in death. Sir, her almoner is continually with her, and had been since two o'clock after midnight. This is the effect of anything that is here at this time, and thus fare you well.” [Letter from Sir W. Kingston, Constable of the Tower, to Thomas Cromwell]