#insanityprinciple

               A sense of normalcy is something Gareth thought he’d never experience again after the bug incident. The most recent account of a head exploding dates back to a little over a month now. Not to mention he and Laurel did witness the queen bug – or whatever the hell it was – killed right in front of them in Red’s office. In other words, he likes to believe they’re finally free of the epidemic.

              Except not everything is fine and dandy these days. There’s their relationship for one. A mostly mutual decision made between the couple. It’s an uncertainty as to whether it’s only temporary or permanent. As they had gone on a break in the past that had not even spanned a week’s time. So the chief of staff is surprised when he received a call to tell him Laurel had been sent to the hospital after a car accident. Apparently he was still listed as an emergency contact. Of course he notified Luke of the news, but he wouldn’t be able to swing by until a couple hours from now. The game plan now was for Gareth to show up and wait by her bedside in case she woke up prior to her family arriving. That way she wouldn’t have to wake up in a hospital room alone.

it’s getting darker and later as the storm rolls in. a good rain was long overdue for DC so it was nice to see that the cats and dogs were finally coming down. now if only they’d waited until the couple had reached their destination. Gareth looks to Laurel who’s already found a seat by the feet of the larger than life president whim he glances up at before settling down beside her. 

        “Rough night yesterday?” He asks, his signature smirk present on his face as he reaches for something in his pocket. Seconds later, he hands Laurel a small stick, then shakes his head at the confusion ---incredulity?--- in her face. “Concealer. For the bags under your eyes. They’re terrible,” he says with no qualms. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”

@guncontrcl @laurelhealy @insanityprinciple

Asking me to bring her A*ron T*eit as if that's possible 

Never stops working hard

Sends me pictures of her dogs 

Sends me pictures of her roommate's cat

Sends me pictures of her step dad's old cars 

Is literally super pretty?!? Stop being so pretty. 

Every time I write her something and she likes it she responds with "SCREAMS" (I have caught this and begun to do the same thing) 

Goes out of her way to spend time with her family 

Tells me when she's feeling down because she knows I give her love 

Gives me love in return when I feel bad 

Soulmate material 

Shy as heck 

So so so endearingly passionate 

Sends me pictures of her food to make me jealous of her better dining 

Loves this emoticon more than any other "OuO" 

Tweets a lot about how long she's been on Twitter 

Has a conspiracy theory about Tveit having a secret labradoodle 

Hates laundry 

Excellent photographer 

                      “--Tax prom?” Sally has Laurel over. Beer, wine, and chocolate are out, and Sally has The Last Song playing in the background; it’d been on before Laurel came over on TV and Sally just had to have it on. “That sounds like the most gimmicky thing ...” She rose, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a small pile of napkins and brought them over to her small living room in her apartment. “It sounds like a ploy, almost. I don’t know. Why would anyone wanna relive high school like that, anyway?”