Oscar looks around. “Who has a pen?” We’re all smiling. Happiness doesn’t encapsulate what hits the air. It’s elation. Rapture. Akara tries to restrain his smile. “Come on, guys. Think about this.” “What’s there to think about?” Farrow asks, chewing gum casually. “Yeah, boss. We heard all we needed to.” Donnelly slips a pen out from behind his ear.
awww they love each other so much
