btw i was a selenator b4 anything ✌🏽

Second: If SheHulk (as far as we know from the comic strips) is really ticklish.... just imagine the amount of fanfics around these two. Him discovering this little piece of information, comparing SheHulk's reaction with Jen's reactions... 👀 and her beeing her and striking back?! Because... don't mess with SheHulk, except you're ready to face the back fire. 😏

Back in the last episode, when they were in file room, where Lucy said "I want to be intimate" and then told Kate about her Google search. After Kate helps Lucy find the file, does anyone think Lucy might have stolen a kiss before heading back to HQ??? It's something I can't stop thinking about and will probably try to include somewhere.

James was probably crazy, he knew that. He had to be, or else why would he be riding up and down the elevator holding his cat trying to get her to fall asleep. He wouldn’t, because normal people don’t do that. “Just one more time. And then I have to grade those papers.” He said, scratching Lady behind her ears. Her gentle purr thrummed against his chest, calming much of the anxiety that had been building the past couple weeks. Maybe this wasn’t so crazy. At the main floor, someone got on for the first time in six rounds of going up and down. James held Lady a little tighter so she wouldn’t jump down. “Hey! Myles right? You’re Baby’s beau? Hope you-” Lady lept from his arms and rubbed her head against the other man’s legs. “-don’t mind cats.” He finished. “She’s friendly I swear.”

“C’mon, you’re going to love it, I swear,” James said, dragging Shayla up the stairs behind him. “And before you ask why we didn’t take the elevator, it’s because you can’t get there using the elevator.” James paused for a second on the landing, catching his breath and coughing. “Okay, last set.” When they got to the top there was a door and he pulled out out a key from his pocket. One of the cleaning staff had given it to him after the fifth time catching James trying to break onto the roof. He pulled two sleeping bags out from under a tarp and handed one to Shayla. Then lying down on the roof he pointed out a few constellations before they both fell silent watching the stars. “I’m fucking everything up Shay,” James whispered quietly when he thought she’d fallen asleep.

The sky was the kind of grey that made the air heavy with the scent of rain. It hadn’t exactly started yet, but James knew it was coming. And it was coming on a day he had left his cheap umbrella on the train for some lucky passenger to use. He didn’t mind a light rain, there was something cleansing about it. But when the wall of water barreled towards him with cracks and rumblings, it seemed the weather had it in mind for a baptism over a cleansing. Soaked to the skin, James ducked into a small burger joint, and shook his head like a dog. He went up to the counter for a coffee and was met with a friendly face. He recognized Elliot from around Willcox, always meaning to have a conversation and never really getting past the pleasantries. “Elliot right? Isn’t this your place?” James knew the answer, but he wasn’t sure how else to start a conversation. “Have anything that will warm these wet rattling bones?” He laughed.