even a still life moves

pairing: jamie drysdale/trevor zegras rating: e word count: 10k summary:

Except then he does, and Georgie’s face lights up like a little kid. Like — Robbie swears to God Tessa is the spitting image of him, but right then he looks more like her, so fucking pumped to learn a new handshake, like she’d never heard of anything more exciting, and it’s Georgie at this superstitious, ridiculous little —

Fuck, Robbie’s lost track of time.

“11:59,” Georgie tells him when he goes to check his phone. “Oh,” Robbie says. “I see you’ve got it covered then.”

“Yeah, babe,” Georgie says, “I’ve got you.”

“Yeah,” Robbie says, takes a sip of his beer, and that Georgie does mirror. “I don’t know what the fuck to say right now.”

“Guess we should have just left it at ‘Happy New Year’,” Georgie says.

“Guess so,” Robbie says. “So, you know. Happy New Year, Dineen.”