All the Boys Want to be My Girl
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dharmaavocado“You thought the guy who blew up his own life because he was scared of being happy was the sensible one?” Hen said.
“Firstly,” Tommy said, hoping that Eddie’s twitching meant he was asphyxiating on the filthy comforter because he was eighty-three percent sure this was all Eddie’s fault, “I did not blow up my life because I was afraid of being happy. I blew it up because I thought being happy might be a trap.”
“That is not as meaningfully different as you think it is,” Hen said, but she was amused; he could hear it in the shape of her vowels. “What’s the second thing, Tweedledee?”
“Ha,” Howie said, keeping the phone turned in Tommy’s direction even as he picked through last night’s detritus. There were an alarming number of taco wrappers.
“Secondly,” Tommy said, “I need you to figure out how to keep Evan from murdering us. Well, mostly Eddie. He’s put too much work into our relationship to actually kill me.” He took a moment to think about it. “Probably.”
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“Firstly,” Tommy said, hoping that Eddie’s twitching meant he was asphyxiating on the filthy comforter because he was eighty-three percent sure this was all Eddie’s fault, “I did not blow up my life because I was afraid of being happy. I blew it up because I thought being happy might be a trap.”
“That is not as meaningfully different as you think it is,” Hen said, but she was amused; he could hear it in the shape of her vowels. “What’s the second thing, Tweedledee?”
“Ha,” Howie said, keeping the phone turned in Tommy’s direction even as he picked through last night’s detritus. There were an alarming number of taco wrappers.
“Secondly,” Tommy said, “I need you to figure out how to keep Evan from murdering us. Well, mostly Eddie. He’s put too much work into our relationship to actually kill me.” He took a moment to think about it. “Probably.”
In which mistakes were made in Vegas but everything was still coming up Kinardread on ao3
