“Um, Houston, we have a problem!” ( Stu for Tatum!)
"oh god." here comes trouble. it's said with love, obviously, but knowing stu, the "problem" could be anything from "we ran out of chips" to "i just blew up the kitchen trying to make popcorn." with a groan, tatum turns in her seat toward the sound of his voice.
( ... she's quite comfortable here on the couch, thank you, so pardon her if she's reluctant to get up. )
"what'd you do?" tatum calls back, resting her chin and arms on the couch's back.
"are you bleeding, broken, or bruised in there?"













