When Nico was younger - young enough to still be short and scowley but old enough to have lost his sister and fought in a war - he’d hated human touch.
There was something invasive about it. His skin was his and it was all that he had left, except for his shadows and if you took away his body bit by bit eventually you’d take the shadows too.
But he hated it - he’d wince when somebody would push past him in a busy street because it’d set off all these alarm bells ringing in his head. It’s why he liked the Underworld. There, not many things could try to touch you, not physically. Not many things would dare to touch you when the bear the title of the Ghost King.
It’s why he avoided Camp Half-Blood, where somebody always seemed to have an outreached hand. Nico wonders just how many times he pushed past Will Solace, scowled at the brush of their skin together and shuddered at the thought of ever shaking his hand.
Three years later he supposes that the thought is quite ironic.
The next morning Nico woke up slightly confused to an empty
bed. He sat up and frowned, panicking for a split second before the bedroom
door opened and Will came back in. “Hey, sleepy head,” he greeted.
“Hey,” he answered, fighting the urge to pull him back into
the bed. But Will did that on his own. Nico bit his lip and took a breath as
Will sat beside him.
“You freaked out when you didn’t see me, didn’t you?” he
asked with a smile. Nico frowned and couldn’t bring himself to look Will in the
eyes. Then Will pulled Nico’s chin up and smiled. He leaned in and pecked his
lips lightly, erasing the embarrassment. “I made us breakfast,” he murmured.
Nico smirked and leaned forward. “Really?” Will nodded and
cupped his face. “So… you and me… we’re…?”
Will chuckled and ran his hands through his hair. “Will you
go out with me, Nico?” he whispered.
He couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips. He
leaned forward and kissed him, toppling him back against the bed. Will laughed
against his lips and wrapped his arms around him as he kissed him back. Finally,
he pulled back and smiled. “Yes,” he breathed. “Yes. Of course, yes.”
“Just to be clear… that was a yes?” Nico laughed and kissed
him again and again and again. He missed him. He missed kissing him whenever he
“Say it,” he murmured.
Will hummed and caressed his face gently. “Say what? Yes?”
“No,” he answered. He leaned down, speaking against his
lips. “What I am to you.”
A smile spread on Will’s lips and he took a deep breath. “A
pain in the neck.” Nico frowned and pulled back, glaring at the blue-eyed,
freckled faced idiot beneath him. He laughed, his eyes sparkling and tilted his
head. “Mm. An angel?” he amended. Nico raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw.
Will chuckled and pulled him into a kiss. “My boyfriend,” he whispered. “You’re
my beautiful, perfect, wonderful boyfriend.”
“Uh-huh,” he murmured. He pulled himself up, covering Will’s
face with his hand as he did. “I’m still not forgiving you for that
pain-in-the-neck comment though,” he said as he went into the bathroom. He
brushed his teeth and washed his face before going to the living room where Will
had set out waffles and eggs with a cup of hot chocolate.
“And now?” he teased in his ear. Nico rolled his eyes and
turned to wrap his arms around him. “Come on, let’s eat.”
The office doors open suddenly, and a boy walks in, blood dripping from his nose. Alex couldn’t help but gawk. The blood had been what initially caught his attention, but the boys eyes are what made him stare. They were beautiful, more so than any comparison would do justice. His face was a constellation of freckles, each star highlighting the vastness of his fairness. Alex could feel his heart stutter for a completely new reason, it wasn’t the claws of anxiety tearing at his soul, it was something different. Something warm. (read more below the cut)
There had been an argument. There was always an argument these days if he was being honest. He deserved the comments, he knew that and often said as much himself, but it would be nice if just once he could sit down in the pub with Aaron hell even without Aaron and not have someone decide it was their turn to have a go at him.
Percival is not really sure when he has fallen in love, but he realises it when it’s too late. Because he’s already into deep and knows there’s no coming back from it.
He should’ve realized, because now that he thinks of it, it’s been pretty obvious since the start. There’s been signals; like how he gives Newt every single permit he needs to keep his highly dangerous creatures in his case, like how now he has Newt’s favorite tea brands in his office or how it doesn’t bother him when the Niffler gets in his office and steals his pocket watch, because that means an adorably embarrassed magizoologist would stumble in his office to mumble an apology and return the stolen object.
But when he realises is many days later, when Newt Scamander walks in his office at night and starts to talk about how Pickett still refuses to go back to his tree and that he’s truly worried because the bowtruckle needs to spend at least a little time with his own kin. And he’s moving his hands out of excitement and there’s a smile on his face when he mentions Pickett has become a great companion, but he’s also very stubborn…
And Percival relaxes hearing him talk. He even grins at him like an idiot and looks at those freckles that reminds him the clear night in New York, when there are no clouds and the sky is full of stars.
Then a traitorous thought sneaks in his mind, little by little, filling him with imagines of Newt's curls shining in the sun, his bright eyes and the sound of his laughter waking him up in the morning or being the last thing he hears at night… And the thoughts turn into words shaking his entire being after listening to them: he wants to have Newt by his side for the rest of his life.
The realization scares him. There must be something in his eyes because suddenly Newt stops and looks at him, worried.
“Are you okay, Percival?” He asks, his pretty eyes roaming over his face, looking for an answer.
“Yes. I am.” He says, trying to look as indifferent as possible. “I’m just… I’m tired.”
“Oh!” Newt blushes, embarrassed. “You have so much work to do and I’m just distracting you… I’m so sorry! I’ll leave immediately.”
“No, that’s not-” Percival tries to stop him, but the wizard storms out of the office before he can finish.
No, please. Don’t go, Newt. He closes his eyes and sits back on his chair.
It gets worse. Now that he knows he can’t stop himself from staring at him (he makes sure Newt is not paying attention when he does, of course). He can’t stop from trying to touch and to spend as much time as he can with him.
And he tells himself he can live like this. He can be perfectly happy just by being Newt’s friend.
He’s so wrong. So very wrong. And he realises it when he sees one of the new aurors trying to flirt with HIS Newt.
The wizard is looking at him and smiling like the fucking idiot he is while Newt is explaining how important is to maintain eye contact with a hippogriff before approaching them. Then, the bastard says something he can’t hear and Newt blushes so much Percival wants to hex the hell out of the satisfied smile that appears on the auror’s face.
But he doesn’t, instead he approaches them and stands behind Newt like a terrifying shadows and glares at the wizard. The boy pales and runs away before Newt can ask what’s going on.
He turns around and sees Percival. Newt smiles at him, not knowing the Director was the cause of the auror’s panic.
Newt, so precious and oblivious Newt.
Percival clears his throat, suddenly aware that if he doesn’t do something now someone will eventually steal Newt from him and since hexing the magizoologist suitors is not a reasonable option he must think of something else.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?” He blurts out before he can stop himself.
Newt blinks at him, confused.
“A date,” he makes it clear, because that’s the only way to get Newt to understand.
He loves the way Newt’s blush starts spreading down his cheeks to his neck. He wonders if he’ll have a chance to see how far it goes.
The silence lasts too long and Percival thinks he has made a terrible mistake, because not only Newt will reject him, he’ll feel so uncomfortable around him he’ll put an end to their friendship.
But then, oh sweet Mercy Lewis, he smiles so bright at him.
A/N: You thought there’d only be one chapter this week? Well you are sadly mistaken dear reader! This chapter has to end in an awkward place and I apologize for that now, next chapter is planned to be…interesting. I hope you enjoy!!!
(If anyone else wants to be tagged I just opened an ask box so please send them my way!)
The blue light, it was there again, as cold and icy as it was before. It swallowed you whole until all you could see was blue. You heard your voice ring out, it reverberated, echoing against the walls of your own mind. “I could never do something like that! Never in a million year would I hurt you like that!” Your eyes shot open, every breath you heaved burned you to the core. Your muscles felt like they had just been stretched across the entire world. You clutched your chest, trying to alleviate the pain. Your room was completely dark, not a shred of light was coming through the window.
“How long was I out for? It’s pitch black outside… And what was that dream all about?” Last time that happened…Is the universe trying to tell me something? Oh shit… You suddenly realized the mistake you had made. Alex…What have I done?! You shot up out of bed. I need to…talk to someone… You opened the door to your room, the hallways were just as dark as the room. Fortunately, your eyes were adjusting quickly so that you could at least see the turns. You tip toed through the darkness, the whole house was quiet. You were thankful for the moonlight seeping in through the windows once you entered the main room. You didn’t let yourself think of where you were going as you made your way up the staircase. You had only been upstairs to go to Angie’s room, most of those visits were to help her with her work, help her dress or to hear about her day. You saw a door at the end of the hall, light was flowing out from underneath it. It was warm, bright, and welcoming. It cut through the darkness, it felt like hope. Of course you’re still awake. You’re just like your dad sometimes… You moved toward the light, once you were in front of the door you gave it a soft knock. You heard a small jolting noise, then footsteps. The door opened and you felt like the sun was shining on your skin.
“Angie, it’s the middle of the night and I’m busy. It was just a bad dre-“ He stopped, realizing it was you standing there and not his little sister.
“Hey… Can we talk?” You asked. He looked surprised, probably because it’s the middle of the night.
“Uh, yes! Of course, what do you wish to discuss?”
“Mind if you let me in first?” You raised an eyebrow and pointed past him, into the light filled room. His eyes went wide, he looked completely dumbfounded.
“In my room? That’s uh…” He scratched his face nervously. Why’s he acting so flustered?
“I’m a maid Philly, nothing different than Rachel coming in to make your bed.” You chuckled. Boys are so weird. He nodded, but he still looked anxious. Opening the door wider, you stepped inside and walked past him. I’ve never actually been in his room before, it’s nice. The walls were a soft yellow but the light from the candle on his desk gave the illusion of it being slightly brighter. There were papers scattered all over his desk, quill and ink still out. He must be working on something for school. You walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, heaving a deep sigh. Philip closed the door and quickly made his way over to his desk, moving the chair so that he could face you as he sat down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you with curiosity.
“Now, what did you wish to discuss?” He asked again, this time with more worry. You took one last deep breath, finally feeling the weight of all your concerns weighing down on you.
“I think I messed up big time Philly and I don’t know what to do… I did something terrible, I don’t think I can fix it!” Your hands were clutching onto the cloth of your skirt. There’s no telling what the consequences of my actions will end up being. I told myself! I told myself not to meddle with the course of history! The world could blow up for all I know and it would be all my fault! Philip shook his head, quickly jumped out of his seat and kneeled down beside the bed. He grabbed your now shaking fist, you were surprised as to how your hand instantly stilled.
“Come on, if I know you at all it can’t be that bad. Even if it was, I know you’d be able to fix it, you are the smartest person I know after all!” He had a comforting smile on his freckled face.
“I’m a fool Philip, an idiot! I’m not even supposed to be here! I don’t belong here in this world, in your world and I’m ruining everything!” So stupid! Philip gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Do not speak of such things! Y/N Taylor is no fool and certainly not an idiot! I already know you won’t tell me what’s wrong yet, I know you too well for that. But I don’t care if you ‘don’t belong here’ because I’m glad that you are! My world, my family’s world, it shines much brighter with you in it. I certainly do not see that as ruining…” He looked up at you, his eyes asking for understanding. How does he always know how to calm me down? He makes me really want to believe him. Can it really be ok? How does the sun’s life get brighter?
“Thank you Philly, I think… I think I feel a bit better now.” You gave him the best smile you could muster and he did the same for you. He stood up to go sit back at his desk.
“Perhaps you should go back and rest, I do not wish for you to have another spell as you did this afternoon. One of us should get some sleep at the very least.” He turned his chair back toward his desk and picked up his quill, already going back to work.
“What exactly are you doing anyways?” You asked, your curious nature taking the lead.
“Just an essay for class, it isn’t due for some time but I wish to put a lot of effort into it.” His shoulders slumped over, you hadn’t noticed how tired he looked until now. Has he been awake all night working on this?
“Philly… Don’t you think you should take a break? It isn’t healthy to stay awake for this long.” You suddenly became worried, he yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“I can’t exactly think about sleep right now. I’m the eldest son, I need to showcase the Hamilton legacy correctly, be just like my father.” Does being the oldest really bring this much pressure to him? But he’s already so smart!
“Philip that’s ridiculous.” You said bluntly, he turned back toward you, surprised by your response.
“It’s great that you want to make your family proud but you don’t need to be just like Alex to do it. You…you can be someone better, you can be you… And the Philip I know doesn’t have dark circles under his eyes or is sleep deprived. Don’t put your work off but you can slow down a little bit with the writing, you’ve got plenty of time.” You ended your speech, you couldn’t read exactly what you saw in Philip’s eyes as he looked at you.
“You, you really think I can be better than my father?” He asked sheepishly, you nodded.
“I don’t think, I know.” He smiled and quickly turned his head away, looking down at the papers on the desk.
“I’ll retire in just a moment; I promise… I just thought of how to end this part of the paper, it’ll only take a second.” He dipped the quill into the ink. You gave him a suspicious look.
“Philly I am not leaving until you put all of that nonsense away!” You felt like you were lecturing but honestly he didn’t really listen any other way sometimes.
“That is alright, as I said it will only be a moment.” He chuckled slightly. You watched him carefully scrawling letters onto the paper, it was calming to witness. His hand moving while he wrote was almost hypnotizing, you felt heavy, your breathing beginning to slow. You felt yourself gently falling back, your head hitting the bed with a soft ‘thud’. Instinctively you curled up on the mat, you felt at peace. You could hear the soft scratching sound from Philip’s quill as your eyes fluttered open and closed. Don’t…fall…asleep… You felt yourself be engulfed in darkness. Philip’s quill, his subtle movements and the warmth in the room were the last things you remembered before you drifted off.
Slowly you began to wake up, stretching your arms out and your eyes open. Wow… I haven’t slept so soundly since I got here! Wait…Where the… Where am I?! You shot up in the bed and looked at your surroundings. Yellow walls, nice wooden furniture, an almost completely melted candle on the desk. The memories of you talking to Philip suddenly came back to you. Did I actually fall asleep in his room? You looked back at the desk and noticed a folded up piece of paper lying on the surface, your name written on the front with beautiful penmanship. You rolled out of the bed, went over and began to read the paper.
I hope that you find this letter with a well-rested mind. Currently, at the time I am writing this letter, you are sound asleep a few feet away from me. I cannot lie when I say it took me a moment to decide what to do, and in regards to that you must forgive me. I should have awoken you, I should wake you right now, but I simply cannot. I see you sleeping so comfortably, you do not even stir. I can only imagine you are having a precious dream, so allow me to apologize for my selfishness. I cannot bear the thought of pulling you away from that dream. I feel my mind growing weak from fatigue, I suppose I must apologize for not sleeping right away as you told I should as well. It is not proper for me to see you rest, in my own bed no less, but your presence puts the ruins of my mind at ease. I have written Angie a request to awake me in time for class as I shall be sleeping in the guest room. She may act as though she would use any advantage she has against me in order to put me through trials but I trust her greatly. She is quite understanding and will not hesitate to ensure that no one misunderstands the situation I have seemed to put you in. You are a very respectable woman; I will do everything in my power to see that no one misconstrues my intentions. I must finish this letter quickly if I desire to get at least a wink of sleep. I pray the sunlight welcomes you to the day as peacefully the moon lulled you to rest.
Sincerely, P. Ham, your sunshine.
You couldn’t help but smile as you read the words in the letter. Philly, you’re such a dork! ‘Your sunshine’ Boy thinks he can try and be cute! Well, it is cute so I guess it worked. It was really sweet of him to let me stay here, I’ll be sure to thank him once he gets home. You suddenly heard a soft knock on the door that made you jump. Shit! I’m not supposed to be in here! Your worries were stilled as you heard the bubbly voice and saw the silky, pink cloth peeking out from the cracked door.
“Pssst! TT! Are you awake!” If the voice and dress didn’t give her away, the nickname sure did. The only ones who called you ‘TT’ were Angie and the younger boys. You mostly had Alex to blame for that one.
“Yeah, I’m up Angie, don’t worry.” You folded the letter back up and found a place to hide it in the side of your bodice. Angie opened the door up wider, you always forget how similar her and Alex look. Her and Philip seem like polar opposites but they have their moments.
“Well, you might want to hurry up! Rachel will be up here any moment!” You nodded and you hurried out of the room. Angie grabbed your hand and dragged you into her own room a few doors down. She pushed you inside and you were met with the familiar peach walls and white furniture. You and Rachel usually helped Angie get ready in the morning. Angie let out a sigh of relief.
“That was a close one TT!” She said with exasperation. You tried to hold in your laughter but you still ended up giggling.
“Thanks Angie, I really appreciate it.” You smiled, her eyes seemed to light up.
“Philly said that you fell asleep in his room but he didn’t tell me why…So?” She’s just as bad as Rachel!
“I had to tell him something important and I accidentally fell asleep.” You opened her wardrobe and picked out her undergarments, as was your new routine. “What color?” You asked.
“Hm… Peachy. So what was so important that you had to tell him in the middle of the night?” She continued as you chose the peach under dress she was talking about. So many garments! Nothing’s really planned today so the under dress should be fine.
“Nothing for you to worry about Angie.” You said as you gathered the accumulating pile in your arms. Seriously I’m pretty sure that her and Rachel talk about me when I’m not around. Angie squealed and it made you almost drop the clothes.
“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! We’re practically sisters already so this is simply divine! Oh, I can practically hear it now. Mrs. Y/N Hamilton! That sounds just perf-“ Wait, what?!
“Whoa! Wait just a second their kiddo, what are you talking about?” You set the pile on the bed next to Angie as she hugged her pillow happily.
“You and Philip! You confessed your love for him! Of course you both will have to wait until after he graduates to have the wedding but I’m sure the time will fly qu-“
“No, no, no, no, no, no! That is not what happened! Not what happened at all! Geez, how do you people get these ideas?” You asked yourself. Angie looked up at you with her big, puppy-dog eyes.
“Really? Aw… But don’t you like Philip? And I think I’d make the best sister-in-law!” She sounded genuinely upset. You sat down on the bed beside her and patted her back.
“Of course I like Philip, he’s my friend and I trust him very much. But I’m afraid life is a bit more complicated than that sweetie. Although you would be an amazing sister-in-law, I don’t doubt.” You stood up and you both worked on changing her clothes.
“What’s so complicated? If you like him than you like him! That’s not complicated at all!” You sighed. I can’t exactly explain this can I?
“It’s hard to explain kiddo…” You finished tightening her clothes and turned her around. “Alright, now what would we like to start with today? Reading, writing, or shall we wait for you mother to wake up so that you can have your piano lesson?” You asked. She seemed uninterested.
“Do I have to?” She groaned. She’s been doing this a lot recently. Last month we couldn’t drag her away from the books. What’s up with her?
“Is something wrong Angie? You’ve been in a funk for the last couple weeks now, mind telling me what’s going on?” She sat down at her desk with puffy cheeks.
“I just… I just don’t see the point! You wouldn’t understand…” Uh oh, preteen concerns… Okay, I have to be as reasonable as possible.
“Come on sweetie, you love to read! I’m sure I’ll understand…” She bit her lip before looking up at me.
“What’s the point in being smart? It’s not like anyone cares how smart a lady is; all that matters is that she’s beautiful.” She stood up and stomped to her wardrobe, she threw open the doors and looked at everything inside.
“I mean, look at all of this, it’s astounding!” She turned around and gestured to herself. “Isn’t this enough?” Oh, Angie… I didn’t realize… You quickly made your way over to her and kneeled down so that you would be closer to eye level.
“Hey now, don’t say stuff like that! You’re beautiful yes, but that’s not all that matters! You’re a brilliant young lady, and even if you don’t think so now, things will change! You can’t let anyone or anything tell you that intelligence doesn’t matter or that a woman can’t be smart! The world always needs more people like you in the world, people who question these problems in the world and desire for the answers. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Reading, writing or piano?” You smoothed the top of her braided hair. She thought for a moment but soon enough her usual, happy smile crept on her face.
“Reading…and do you think I can ask daddy to tell me about the cabinet meetings like he tells you?” She asked. You stood back up, giving her your biggest and proudest smile.
“I’m sure he would be honored to teach you anything you wish to know!” But still…where did she get a terrible idea like that? I know this time period is reserved on women’s rights but her mom is one of the most intelligent and influential women in the country! Who let her actually believe something like that? Rachel joined the both of you eventually, the lesson going even better than expected. Afterwards, you and Rachel worked on the daily chores. Angie’s mood was better, Eliza spent most of her time with Willy and the boys didn’t try to tear out any pages of the encyclopedia. I’m glad today’s finally calming down, I really need some time to chill after all this history, time craziness. At one point you noticed how late it was getting. Shouldn’t Philly be back by now? I wanted to ask him some stuff… You didn’t hear the carriage until the sun was just beginning to set. You excitedly skipped over to the door as he came in.
“Welcome back Sunshine! I have so much to tell you!” The smile on your face slowly faded as he walked toward you. His hair was messier than usual, his eyes were puffy and red, he looked like a wreck. “Hey are you ok? Did something happen? Oh no, Philly what hap-“ He cut you off.
“Tell me it isn’t true! I can’t believe you’d do this! I, I don’t want to believe it! Please!” You noticed he was clutching something in his hand. What is that? Some kind of newsletter?
“What are you talking about? Philip, you’re not making any sense.” He held the bundle of paper in front of him, gesturing for you to take it. It was titled The History for the United States in 1797 by John Callender. Wait a second…
“My father…and you… My father had an affair with you…” He looked at the floor like his entire world was collapsing.
these are selfies of mine i have recently taken, like half an hour ago. i hesitated at first, because they aren’t my best and i don’t look super pretty in them.
and i feel insecure about them. it is true. i feel insecure about what people will think of me. but i still want to post them.
i am hella sun burnt and it is clear to see.
and i have also never liked my face either, which is full of freckles. and no, it isn’t hipster. i still remember once that you could buy stickers to give yourself fake freckles.
idiotic. absolutely idiotic.
because freckles aren’t always fun. when you have some on your cheeks then they are cute. but not on your whole face. something i believed in for a long time.
i wouldn’t categorize myself into the ultimate beauty standard, and that is something i never will do.
but i start to live with it slowly but steady. and maybe that is why i have got the courage to only post natural photos of mine in which i have no makeup on, in which i am sunburnt and in which my face is full of freckles. at least in this one.
and everyone, you all are beautiful. you all are. i sometimes scroll through the f1 fandom faces tag and i am blown away by your beauty. seriously. no joke.
you are all beautiful.
(also my hair is still slightly wet) (sorry for the long capiton)
Adrien tries to describe his crush to someone without mentioning it's Ladybug. The person assumes it's Marinette and tells him so
“Why do you always clam up whenever anyone tries to talk to you about who you have a crush on?” Nino ask.
“And don’t even try to tell me that you don’t. I sit next to you everyday and have seen my fair share of heart doodles.”
Adrien flushed. “It’s just… it’s just complicated ok?”
“You know that as your best friend I am contractually obligated to listen to and keep your secrets right?”
“There was a contract?”
“I was being hyperbolic, dude.”
“Look, how about this- you don’t have to tell me any details. No name, nothing specific. Just talk to me, because clearly this is a big deal for you and I want to support my best bro!”
Adrien chewed his lower lip. “I… I think I’m in love.”
“Wow,” Nino said letting out a soft whistle, “guess I was right about the big deal.” He gave Adrien an encouraging smile. “So what’s she like?”
“She’s amazing,” Adrien sighed, his gaze fixing out into the distance a lovesick grin spreading over his features. “She just… she’s brave and resourceful, she’s always looking out for everyone else with no concern for herself, you know? And she’s so confidant, and poised. I mean she can be totally stubborn when she wants to be, and a little bossy at times, but… I dunno that somehow just makes me like her more, you know? And she’s so clever!”
Nino laughed, his face morphing into a smug grin. “Wow dude you really have it bad.”
“And I assume she’s pretty cute right?”
“She’s gorgeous. I mean her eyes… its like staring into an ocean on a perfect day, and the freckles…”
Nino let out a laugh.
“I sound like an idiot don’t I.”
“No man its not that it’s just…” Nino’s expression softened, “you know that you are my best friend right?”
“And I know that you get kinda weird about social stuff and whatnot.”
“But the whole “Bro code thing is just a thing we joke about.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dude, I am not gonna get upset just because I used to have a crush on Marinette. I totally get it man, and honestly you guys would be really great together.”
“What? I don’t…”
“Dude come on, I’m not mad. That was ages ago and Alya and I have a great thing going.”
“I don’t have a crush on Marinette!”
“Dude, come on. Brave, clever, stubborn? Always putting other people first? Blue eyes? Freckles? You weren’t exactly being subtle man.”