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“You really do own your illiteracy, don’t you?” “Yeah, I’m thinking about moving to America and running for public office.”
“Someone else’s actions may affect you. But what other people choose to do is about them.” We were both quiet for a moment.. “Will it…will it ever stop hurting?” “Non.” Mum shook her head. “But it will stop mattering.”
“Yes, but you’ll slowly discover that you’re not as different as you initially assumed, and then he’ll surprise you with how thoughtful he is, and then you’ll come to his rescue in an unexpected moment of need, and you’ll fall madly in love with each other and live happily ever after.”
But somehow, even after so little time, I couldn’t imagine anyone doing that but him. After all, who else could be that annoying? And thoughtful. And protective. And secretly kind of funny.
“I Wanted to Be Respectful of That is totally the title of your sex tape.”
kinda like jake peralta and amy. awwww
“It is true. You should never let anyone tell you it is wrong to be how you are.”
“Where I am going with this, mon caneton, is that I don’t give a shit. It is my curry, and I will make it the way I fucking well want to. And that is the way Oliver should live his life. Because the people who matter will love you anyway.”
“You’ll still be a good person if you have dessert.” “Yes, well.” He gave one of his self-conscious squirms. “There are also practical considerations.” “What, are you literally allergic to enjoying yourself?” “In a manner of speaking. The, um, V-cut you so admire doesn’t maintain itself.”
“Fine. But as punishment for not having the guts to order your own, I’m going to feed it to you in a sexy way.” Aaaand the blush was back. “Do you have to?” “Well. No.” I smiled at him across the table. “But I’m going to anyway.”
Because I do like you. As it happens, I’ve always liked you. I just thought you’d find me ridiculous if you knew how much.”
He gazed down at me. With his hair mussed, and his mouth red, and his eyes dark with passion, he looked very bad indeed.
“It’s okay. I’m going. And you don’t have to come with me. But I want you to know that…that you’re great. And I don’t know how anyone could think you’re not, y’know, great. And…like…” This was impossible. It would have been impossible if we’d been alone in a dark room. And here we were with a half-dozen people staring at us “…your job is…great and you’re really…great at it. And you look great in blue. And…” I was getting the feeling this could have gone better. “…I know I’m not your family and I know I’m just some guy but I hope you can believe that I care about you enough that…you can
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And if we let happy things make us unhappy when they stopped, there would be no point having happy things.”
He’d helped me see that my life was better than I’d thought it was—that I was better than I’d thought I was. And I could hold on to that. Even if I couldn’t hold on to him.
“Of course I fucking love you. That’s why I turned up on your doorstep and made a complete idiot of myself. Again.”
