#almost certain

He always, always finds a way in, she thought. He doesn't think about it, he doesn't plot, he simply slides in. I saved him because he couldn't save himself, and Gavin saved him because...because...because he had some reason...and I'm almost, almost certain that Carrot doesn't know how he manages to wrap the world around him. Almost certain. He's good and kind and born to be a king of the ancient sort that wore oak leaves and ruled from a seat under a tree, and though he tries hard he never has a cynical thought.

kissing all over roommate/bff! vessels face while in his lap, and he's laughing, and you're laughing. It's silly and fun, and you kiss his cheeks and his forehead, his neck, his brow. Just fast little pecks that keep you both laughing, and he tries to grab your face to stop you because it's hard to breathe through the giggling, but you give him a quick peck on his mouth and he stops laughing, so you do it again, high on your own laughter but when you do, he holds you there. Opening his mouth to kiss you a lot deeper and a lot slower and and and *slowly withers away into nothing*

I know they're together. It's not obvious, they're not holding hands or kissing, but I know by the way they sit next to each other. There's no clumsiness, no knocked hips or elbows or sitting on each other's coats, and I can't help but wonder if that's what love is, if it's knowing exactly how much space someone takes up in the world and not making them feel bad about it.

Greetings mutual, I have a guess, but I'd like your input:

Hey Mutual

Test: can you identify bombs by looking at the effects?

Want to use this one in a fic, found the picture ages ago and can't find the name. I think it's a MOP? But all I find there is the GBU 57.