Grif turns his hands so he can squeeze Rich's fingers a little.
"Good."
He knows Rich will ask if he needs help, now. They've both grown as people here in the UP.
What he says next makes it hard not to pull him in and kiss him again, Grif really has to check the impulse.
"Rich," he says, "After all the crap we went through to get here, there is no way in hell a commute is gonna stop me." There's a little bit of fierceness in it, the same stubbornness that has always characterized this affection. There are particulars to sort out, sure, but... well.
They did just face down the end of the multiverse together.
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"Good."
He knows Rich will ask if he needs help, now. They've both grown as people here in the UP.
What he says next makes it hard not to pull him in and kiss him again, Grif really has to check the impulse.
"Rich," he says, "After all the crap we went through to get here, there is no way in hell a commute is gonna stop me." There's a little bit of fierceness in it, the same stubbornness that has always characterized this affection. There are particulars to sort out, sure, but... well.
They did just face down the end of the multiverse together.
How hard could it be?