a story even shippers weren’t really quite expecting
Black, two sugar. BTW I’m manipulating you.
I don’t count? I don’t cOUNT? WHERE THE HECK DID U GET THAT IMPRESSION YOUNG LADY??!?! You do count. Now that we established that… would you mind help me fake my death? I need you.
Help me solve cases because I’m not good with thank yous. Also… you’re the one who matters the most. Chips?
fuck, okay, I love you. There. I said it. Wait.. oh shit. I love you.