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“You both hold the title of idiot when it comes to personal safety sometimes.
“We’ll get through this,” Jono murmured against Patrick’s lips, kissing him softly. “Together.” Because that was the only way they’d ever stand against the world.
“Can I throw rocks at them?” Wade asked, peering through the blinds at the mob of press waiting on the sidewalk below the flat. “No,” Jono said. “What about flowerpots?” “We don’t have any, but even if we did, no.” “What if I singe them? Just a little bit?” “And have that be a breaking news story? No, Wade. You are not allowed to singe the press.” Wade stepped away from the window, grumbling under his breath. “Fine.”
I could’ve busted Patrick out, now that I think about it. One tail flick—” “There will be no destroying federal buildings,” Jono interrupted. “Stop taking after Patrick.” “Someone has to until he gets back.”
“Prison food is gross.” “I told you,” Wade said from their flat’s landing. “You should’ve let me break him out.”
“Next time, I’m breaking you out,” Wade promised.
Patrick rolled his eyes. “No one is eating the press. That goes double for you.” “I wasn’t offering. I bet they taste as bad as demons do.”
“If I get murdered in broad daylight, Jono is going to kill me,”
The last thing they needed was zombies ruining everyone’s commute.
“At least we’re raising him right.” Patrick rolled his eyes. “He’s nineteen. He could raise himself.” “Doubtful. He’d be living off Pop-Tarts and Hot Pockets if he tried.”
there’s a difference between wanting you and wanting to murder you.” “You want me.” “Yes, but there are some days you’re so bloody stubborn I think about murder. It’d be purely out of love though.”
The exasperated tone was one Jono understood well when it came to Patrick. Jono loved the man, but Patrick attracted trouble and started fights without even trying.
Get on the bed. You’re hugging me until I feel less murderous that she tried to execute you in an ambush.”
If my shot glass collection gets broken, I’m stealing more,” Wade said. “You’re not old enough to drink.” “They have funny designs.”
They’d already had to warn Wade he wasn’t allowed to toss things at anyone on the street who annoyed him.
In the wake of everything that had happened, the knowledge of what they still had to face, Jono refused to lose the moments, big and small, that were important. “I’ll always be happy with you,” Jono murmured.
