After a great game, Jack goes out to celebrate with the Falconers, and for the first time in years he gets properly drunk. So drunk, in fact, that he lets the big secret spill - he’s gay, he has a boyfriend. All the guys are fine with it, and say they’d support publicly if/when he wanted to come out- “No, no, I can’t. I can’t be the first one, fuck, it’d be. god. no it’d be too much” and at this point he’s starting to get properly anxious, so they back down and say they’ll support him whatever, and that they’re proud to be his team-mates.
And then there’s Guy, who was sitting off to one side during all of this, not saying much. He doesn’t generally get involved in group conversations, especially big ones like this. But he does listen.
He goes home that night, and has a quiet talk. It doesn’t last long - they both agree. It feels like the right reason to do it.
Within the week, the Falconers media accounts post pictures of Guy and his husband. Guy is smiling. This is almost more newsworthy than the husband.
The next day, before practice, Jack comes up to Guy and tries to say something, anything, but after a few awkward Canadian seconds Guy just grabs him in a big bear hug, and they both pretend Jack isn’t crying into his shoulder.
They pull apart, and Guy looks Jack in the eyes and says “We’ve got your back.”
My eyes aren’t mysterious and I won’t lure you in with my quiet words. I laugh a little too loud and enjoy Friday nights at home alone. I prefer not to show a lot of skin and I’m far from promiscuous. I like my lemonade without the vodka and my hair isn’t always perfectly shaped. I’m not a riot. I’m not rebellious. But I promise to love you with what all that I am. I’ll take you to the park where we can walk through the woods and push each other on the swings like we were 7 years old again. We can go out to eat and blow straw wrappers at each other and laugh until we can’t feel our cheeks. I’ll hold your hand in the car and sing you my favorite song, off key and on repeat. I’ll laugh at all of your jokes, even the ones I don’t understand. I’ll make your heart light and young again. And I’ll be, for you, the best that I can.
falling slowly (reprise)-once // when i grow up- matilda // another life- bridges of madison county // easy to love- anything goes // there’s a fine fine line-avenue q // a light in the dark- next to normal //a quiet night at home-bare // second hand white baby grand-bombshell // before and after you- bridges of madison county // first date-last night-dogfight // don’t let me know- hit list // you learn to live without-if/then // i can’t give you anything but love-jersey boys // a heart full of love-les miserables // those you’ve known- spring awakening // i dreamed a dance-next to normal // bare-bare // i’m not that girl- eden espinosa // favorite places- ordinary days // surrender- pirate queen // i should tell you- rent // he was tall-cinderella // left behind- spring awakening // dear old shiz- wicked // life support-rent // without you- caissie levy // bring him home- les miserables // one hand, one heart- west side story
I’m the type of person who enjoys being alone. I like to walk home alone with my music. I like to stay home alone Friday nights. I just like quiet and time to myself. But I don’t like being alone for a long time. I don’t like being alone long enough for the bad thoughts to take over. I guess what I’m saying is that I like being alone, but I hate being lonely.
Jack and Bitty don’t come out until they get engaged. All the important people already know, i.e. their parents, smh, George and the Falcs, but that’s it.
And then Jack proposes. It’s a quiet night at home in the Providence apartment, and when asked why then Jack says it just felt right. There’s a lot of happy crying on both sides.
They call George to run their plan by her and she laughs because it’s so them.
So they take a selfie of the two of them, Bitty all red-eyed and watery smile as he shows off the ring, Jack pressing a kiss to the side of his head as he looks at the camera.
Bitty posts it on Twitter with the caption “I said yes!” and nothing else; doesn’t even tag Jack. Then Jack quotes the tweet on his account with the caption “He said yes” and heart emojis because Jack Laurent Zimmermann is an actual nerd.
They turn off their phones and go to sleep with smiles on their faces as the internet explodes around them. They were going to Montreal that weekend to see Bob and Alicia anyway.
Peace and freedom do you say? The North would have known them little but for us. Fear would have destroyed them. But when dark things come from the houseless hills, or creep from the sunless woods, they fly from us. What roads would any dare to tread, what safety would there be in quiet lands, or in the homes of simple men at night, if the Dúnedain were asleep, or were all gone into the grave? And yet, less thanks have we than you. Travellers scowl at us, and countrymen give us scornful names. “Strider” I am to one fat man who lives within a day’s march from foes that would freeze his heart, or lay his little town in ruin, if he were not guarded ceaselessly. Yet we would not have it otherwise. If simple folk are free from care and fear, simple they will be, and we must be secret to keep them so.
She is one of the wandering folk—Rangers we call them.
Peace and freedom, do you say? The North would have known them little but for us. Fear would have destroyed them. But when dark things come from the houseless hills, or creep from the sunless woods, they fly from us. What roads would any dare to tread, what safety would there be in quiet lands, or in the homes of the simple men at night, if the Dunedain were asleep, or were all gone into the grave?