Literature-savvy adults who “don’t understand” why adults enjoy Harry Potter (and other death-centric YA lit) are the stale raisins of the human race. Listen, adult lit is tagged as boring or depressing because a lot of it is about coming to terms with death, whereas YA lit is seen as immature because it’s almost universally about coming to terms with life. Harry Potter is about coming to terms with death as a means of coming to terms with life, ok Chadwick IV? Mystery solved sit back down on ur pile of 1st edition Steinbecks
Lance: The name’s Lance? Keith: … Lance: We were in the same class at the garrison? Keith: Oh, really, are you…err.. Keith internally:don’t say single don’t say single don’t say single Keith: …an engineer?
(Headcanon that Keith did remember Lance but only as ‘that cute cargo pilot from Iverson’s class with the hair and the blue eyes’ and decided it was less embarrassing to just pretend he’d forgotten him entirely)
Every night is the last night. Every time is the last time. There’s nothing destined about this. If circumstances aren’t tearing them apart, then it’s they themselves, who are running or distracted and yet… life keeps throwing them back together. They’ve been taught to look down upon what each other are. They aren’t each other’s constants; they are each other’s exeptions. They never expected to have the place they do in each other’s lives. It’s a choice.