"I just...don't like the idea of it. But...if I'm going to be cooking my shoes you're probably right." Peter sighed. "God fucking dammit. Okay. I should go talk to his neurologist person. I'll see you all in a little while." Mostly Peter just needed some air. But he kissed them all goodbye and went to find Abby.
Thomas stood and he hugged Aly close. "How are you, Miss Aly."
"Shit." She said flatly. "Do you think I'm radioactive?! Is it me doing this?!"
"No, Babe. It's life being a real fuckin' bitch. And I'd beat the crap out of it if I could, just for you."
And despite herself, Aly laughed in to Thomas's chest. Sometimes you just had to.
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:35 pm (UTC)From:Thomas stood and he hugged Aly close. "How are you, Miss Aly."
"Shit." She said flatly. "Do you think I'm radioactive?! Is it me doing this?!"
"No, Babe. It's life being a real fuckin' bitch. And I'd beat the crap out of it if I could, just for you."
And despite herself, Aly laughed in to Thomas's chest. Sometimes you just had to.