She nods very curtly, forehead against his collarbone. There’s a lump the size of the fucking moon lodged in the back of her throat and she knows she will feel like the weakest person to ever live later on, but for at least a moment, that is exactly where she wants to be.
“Yeah, we can print everything you take,” she replies, somewhat muffled this time. “Maybe someone has glossy paper too or something, it’ll look all official.”
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Date: 2020-12-19 10:05 pm (UTC)“Yeah, we can print everything you take,” she replies, somewhat muffled this time. “Maybe someone has glossy paper too or something, it’ll look all official.”