Imagine your OTP having a baby. Imagine them picking out too many paint colors to choose from. Imagine them sitting the room, trying to figure out how to put together the crib. Imagine them going to the baby store and buying half the store because they’re first time parents and think they need absolutely everything. Imagine them buying only animal onesies. Imagine them finally bringing the baby home to the overly decorated room. Imagine it.
I don’t know that. Or I don’t know if I believe that, because the way you all talk about him, it’s like you think he’s some horrible person. But I know him, and I love him. And I don’t think it’s okay that we’re just sitting around here, waiting for him to get hurt