pls keep all of this in locked spaces or else i will find u and haunt u :D

When things go wrong, Fraser likes to think it's because the universe is taking its time, testing him, and giving him all the bad luck one can have so they can reward him in the end. That if he's patient and resilient, the universe will reward him with Connor at the end of everything. That one day, after practice, he'll open his front door to Connor, telling him to hurry so the dinner doesn't get cold.

"I didn't know you wore glasses." He laughs, adjusting his glasses as he looks in Fraser's direction. "Yeah, no, I kind of don't. I don't need them as bad as you, I think." Fraser chuckles, "Oh." He leans in, fake-whispers, "Makes me look good though." Fraser leans away, still smiling. If he looks closely, James can see hints of red on his cheeks. "You're fishing."