[ grace can't grin any wider but there is something relieved in her big blue eyes. by design there is something transactional about duplicity and grace doesn't particularly mind for the most part — sex for her is a safe intimacy, no reason to go any deeper most of the time.
except she likes theo, wants to be his fucking friend like a dork because he's sweet and funny and, though she will never admit it aloud because it would probably be the most fucked up compliment on earth: he reminds her of all the best parts of alex. playful and clever and affectionate and unerringly capable of goading grace into a laugh.
and he'll make her bed with her, grace's least favorite chore, so you know, that's up there with helping someone move or driving them to the airport. friend stuff. ]
Thanks.
[ she sort of darts into her bedroom like a skittish rabbit, outracing all the weird feelings in her chest after a month dead to the world. emotions, gross, no thanks! ]
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except she likes theo, wants to be his fucking friend like a dork because he's sweet and funny and, though she will never admit it aloud because it would probably be the most fucked up compliment on earth: he reminds her of all the best parts of alex. playful and clever and affectionate and unerringly capable of goading grace into a laugh.
and he'll make her bed with her, grace's least favorite chore, so you know, that's up there with helping someone move or driving them to the airport. friend stuff. ]
Thanks.
[ she sort of darts into her bedroom like a skittish rabbit, outracing all the weird feelings in her chest after a month dead to the world. emotions, gross, no thanks! ]