always the fool with the slowest heart

❛❛   okay   first,   your   ability   to   multitask   -   ❜❜         alex   makes   a   vague   motion with the sweep of his hand   to   the   ...   well,   to   everything   going   on   around   them   (   and   there's   a   lot,   he's   not   sure   how   nora   does   it   ).         ❛❛   second   to   none.   ❜❜         and   he's   impressed,   really   he   is.   nora   is   the   absolute   best   and   he   fucking   adores   her,   the   best   best   friend   he   could   ask   for.         ❛❛   second,   you   should   know   you're   the   only   best   friend   for   me.   ❜❜         his   grin   might   be   mocking   but   he's   not   lying   as   he   drops   himself   down   onto   the   floor   with   her,   legs   crossing   themselves   and   elbows   resting   on   his   knees   and   he   fidgets   with   the   strings   of   the   hoodie   he's   wearing.

nora  can  read  most  people  easily,  the  way  she  can  interpret  complex  equations  and  data. alex  is  easier  than  most. he's  always  worn  his  heart  on  his  sleeve. so  she  can  tell  when  something  is  weighing  on  his  mind,  eating  at  him. something  he  can't  go  to  june  about. which  would  be  why  he's  here,  even  after  knowing  she  was  deep  in  early  polling  numbers  and  richard's  bullshit. she  doesn't  look  up  from  her  laptop  screen  yet,  only  moves  to  take  a  sip  of  a  previously  forgotten  red  bull. ❛  how  else  will  i  be  able  to  take  over  the  world  and  become  a  rich  yet  ethical  millionaire  hermit  by  thirty  ?  ❜  the  compliment  is  brushed  off  because,  if  nora  knows  one  thing,  it's  where  her  strengths  and  weaknesses  lie. 

 as  alex  sits  down,  she  moves  just  close  enough  that  their  arms  are  touching,  and  they  wait. it's  unnerving,  that  he's  silent  for  as  long  as  he  is  before  the  words  seem  to  be  physically  pushed  out  of  his  mouth. her  head  whips  over  to  look  at  him,  red  bull  can  falling  onto  the  carpet,  ❛  pardon  ?  could  you  repeat  that  for  me  ?  ❜  she  can't  help  the  grin,  not  really. alex's  text  flirting  with  henry  had  been  going  on  for  months. it  was  sweet  (  and  sickening  )  to  see  the  stupid  grin  on  his  face,  head  bent  down  to  stare  at  his  phone. the  way  his  emotions  changed  whether  henry  was  able  to  answer  at  that  moment  or  not. ❛  well  you  must've  said or done something  to  warrant  that. ❜  alex  is  one  of  the  smartest  dumb  people  she's  ever  met. he  could  make  policies  and  focus  groups  his  bitch  but  sometimes  he  could  be  as  thick  as  it  gets. 

you're not lost, my sexy little baby. you're just not sure which direction you're going...

"listen to this response from the city supporters - an ovation for a visiting player who was also one of their own. you don't hear this every day. just think of what it means for tartt to hear this - and what it means for his family."

‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎                             yet.

"why would i make them so uncomfortable?" "it probably has to do with your reputation." "reputation? i have a reputation?" "mulder, look, colton plays by the book and you don't. they feel your methods, your theories are..." "spooky? do you think i'm spooky?"

what living on earth does to a mf