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ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ ʟᴀᴡʀᴇɴᴄᴇ : intro. isms. mirror. self - paras. opens.

she drinks her coffee iced , but her tea hot !

the  question  echoed  in  his  mind  for  a  moment  ,  thinking  of things  that  might  have  been.  if  the  hopeless  romantic  era  of their  love  had  lasted  and  it  hadn't  turned  sour.  a  branch  of  time  where  his  wedding  ring  wasn't  stuck  in  a  small compartment  of  his  antique  writing  desk  ,  but  still  fit snugly  on  his  finger.  "  i  would've  loved  more  kids  ,  "  he told  her  ,  finding  it  hard  to  make  eye  contact  and  gaze instead  shifting  between  the  ground  and  the  middle  distance.  "  i  always  thought  i'd  have  three  ,  maybe  four  ,  depending  on  the  person  i  was  with  ,  obviously.  "  forcing  his  attention back  to  his  ex  -  wife  ,  he  brought  a  small  smile  onto  his lips  ,  "  but  it  is  what  it  is.  i'm  too  old  for  it  now  , reid's  great.  i  don't  like  to  dwell  on  it.  "

"  well  ...  "  he  started  ,  not  expecting  that  to  be  her reaction.  "  that's  good.  please  let  me  know  if  you've  ever got  some  of  that  confidence  to  spare  because  i'd  love  some more.  "

monroe  clapped  their  hands  together  in  triumph.  "  that  makes it  easy  then  ,  "  they  grinned  ,  giving  everleigh  another look  over.  "  that  is  a  great  outfit  ,  but  you  need  your diana  revenge  dress  moment.  this  isn't  quite  that.  you  need something  more  ...  understatedly  sexy.  because  you're  always sexy  ,  but  it  needs  to  look  effortless.  "

"  what  ?  micah  ,  "  a  worried  tone  filled  graham's  voice  ,  "  i  know  i  was  far  away  but  you  know  you  can  always  ring  me  ,  right  ?  "  he  was  not  on  the  best  of  terms  with  all  of the  kennedy's  ,  but  micah  was  someone  he  would  always  make time  for.  "  whether  it's  the  middle  of  the  night  where  i  am  or  not  ,  you  can  always  ring  me.  good  chance  i'll  still  be  up  anyway  ,  "  he  joked  ,  aluding  to  his  chaotic  hours  as an  author.  there  was  something  about  the  night  that  made  it easier  for  him  to  write  and  think.  it  was  like  the  whole world  stood  still  ,  so  the  ones  he  made  up  could  move forward.  "  as  for  kathy  ...  it's  compromise  that'll  save  you.  allow  them  to  come  along  to  an  ultrasound  ,  but  not  the one  where  you  find  out  the  gender.  allow  a  baby  shower  , but  not  a  gender  reveal  party  ––  which  is  a  ridiculous concept  if  you  ask  me  ––  say  that  you  can  recreate  the family  seeing  the  baby  for  the  first  time  ,  but  the  real first  time  needs  to  be  without  cameras.  you've  got  to  give her  something  ,  but  give  it  to  her  on  your  terms.  "

being  gentle  ,  tender  and  emotional  in  a  relationship  ,  it was  all  new  to  him.  for  so  long  ,  he  had  hardly  been  able to  accept  the  idea  that  he  could  have  something  like  this. he  was  too  broken  ,  had  too  much  baggage  for  anyone  to  want  to  accept.  aiyla  had  seen  some  of  the  worst  bits  of  him and  she  still  wanted  to  be  with  him.  it  melted  the  cold little  heart  in  his  chest  ,  the  one  that  had  pushed  people away  for  years.  "  i  love  it  when  you  call  me  that  ,  "  he chuckled  ,  before  shaking  his  head.  he'd  had  his  pre  - workout  ,  but  that  didn't  count.   he  picked  up  the  coffees ,  handing  hers  to  her  and  taking  a  sip  of  his  own.  "  i need  to  get  changed  though.  i  am  dripping  water  ... everywhere.  "  droplets  of  pool  water  still  clung  to  his  skin ,  falling  from  his  damp  hair  despite  drying  himself  off before.  "  walk  with  me  ?  "

it  was  tempting  ,  to  go  it  alone.  not  only  had  recent  songs not  had  the  vibe  that  sadie  associated  with  the  band  ,  most of  the  album  was  done.  it  needed  some  rerecordings  ,  some remastering  ,  and  then  it  was  time  to  start  promoting.  it would  be  months  before  she  could  begin  working  on  developing the  lyrics  and  melodies  she'd  written  ,  especially  if  the album  did  well  and  they  did  a  big  tour.  not  only  that  , but  she  was  the  only  one  of  the  band  who  didn't  get  along with  gabriel.  he  was  overbearing  ,  didn't  trust  them  to  make good  decisions  and  most  frustratingly  ,  was  usually  right.  her  dislike  for  him  had  little  to  do  with  the  decisions  he  made  ,  but  the  way  they  had  started  out.  she  knew  that.  that didn't  mean  she  was  willing  to  let  that  grudge  go  just  yet. "  thanks.  i  just  ...  i  don't  think  the  band's  going  to  want  to  move  ,  "  she  told  him  plainly.  "  i  don't  know  how  this  all  works  exactly  ,  but  ...  could  i  talk  to  you  about doing  a  solo  album  on  the  side  sometime  ?  pick  your  brains ?  i'll  try  and  talk  to  the  band  first  ,  obviously  ,  i  just  really  don't  think  they'll  want  to  change.  "

ronan: i know. i want the same for you. and i'm really glad we'll get to work on something together.

"  no  ,  but  you're  my  friend  and  you'll  tell  me  as  it  is. that's  worth  something  ,  even  if  the  advice  is  a  bit  shit  ,  "  he  joked  ,  trying  to  lighten  the  mood  he  had  so  rudely brought  down  by  bringing  up  grief  of  all  things.  "  now  , i'm  probably  the  wrong  person  to  bring  this  up  ,  but  with that  attitude  you're  never  going  to  find  someone.  and  i  mean ,  the  lone  wolf  thing  is  working  for  you  ,  being  a  whole ass  sex  idol  and  all.  "

it  had  been  a  very  long  time  since  he  had  been  pulled  away from  reality  like  this  ,  during  his  waking  hours  and  not while  he  was  asleep  in  his  bed.  it  had  been  the  glare  of the  sun  through  the  windshield  and  his  broken  a/c.  it  made his  throat  close  up  and  his  heart  palpitate  in  his  chest  , painfully  so.  his  words  were  still  coming  out  croakily.  "  i'm  –  i'm  fine  ,  "  he  lied  ,  leaning  on  the  car  to  steady himself  a  little.  however  ,  he  found  himself  sat  on  the  curb  a  few  seconds  later  ,  fiddling  in  his  wallet  for  his australian  veteran  ID  card.  he  didn't  like  to  point  it  out  ,  but  he  didn't  want  the  cops  to  be  called  ,  so  he  shakily held  it  out  to  her  as  he  tried  to  steady  his  breathing.