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/ marchhealy + driver . yeah

lars’ eyes seem to light up. has he grown fond of the other sitting beside him? definitely. he doesn’t feel judged by dylan but seen, recognized. “I’m okay with anything- but I like mystery movies.”, fidgeting. “have you ever seen blue velvet?”

breakfast sounds good .. thank you.

you're not gonna take no for an answer 、huh?

no 、i can make my own breakfast. was just feeling lazy——legs are also kinda killing me after work yesterday.

hands fold neatly onto his lap as he stares up at him, nodding in response. “yes- uh I’d like if you did. very much.”, so nervous. god he hasn’t felt this nervous since meeting bianca.

hate that i can't refute that 、you've got a good point.

can you really? 😕

“that’s good.”, he grabs a vase finally, filling it with water and putting the flowers in. “a movie? yeah I’ll watch a movie with you.”, lars moves over to join him, sitting down on the couch.

closing the door once the other was inside, lars moves to find a vase to out the flowers in. “been okay. long day at work.”, he looks over. “whats about you? how have youve been?”

and jumping off buildings for a living isn't?

sheepish grin, taking the bouquet. he’ll have to find a place for these certainly. “that’s very sweet of you.”, teetering. “would you like to come inside?”

why not? :(

blinking some, getting up from bed to answer. door opens. “dyl- hi. . are those for me?”

who would do this to his car? 😟

breakfast time