Things are calm for once. No missions. Nothing really to report. Except I still find myself sitting here talking to myself because…because I love him. I love Chuck Bartowski and I don’t know what to do about it.
B: “Now you’re gonna be sorry you didn’t guard the door.”
D: “Whoa, are you gonna go with me in here? I’m not sure our friendship can handle that.”
B: “‘Friendship’ is a tenuous term. Now be a gentleman and run the water.”
DAIR REWATCH ⇢ 5.02 Beauty and the Feast