“You think I’m delusional about favorite-uncle status? Consider the facts, Bergman. Does Linnie play magical unicorn and sorceress with you?” Viggo blinks, clearly thrown by this. “Not as such, but—” “I didn’t think so,” Gavin says, wrenching open the sliding door leading inside. “Enjoy that dose of reality with your tepid light-roast hipster coffee.”
Oh my god gavin. I love him
