It’s Jim’s first day of Starfleet Academy and Chris is not nervous, no matter what his wife says. (“This isn’t how fucking adoption works,” Chris remembers telling the seven-year-old standing on his doorstep in the almost-light of the late summer
“You know Clarke texts you, like, every twelve seconds, right?” Octavia asks, when his phone buzzes at lunch one Sunday. He glances down, sees Clarke has said, yeah okay but is there actually more than one nicholas sparks movie or
“Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his
“Oh my god,” Phil groans, smacking a hand over his face just as a tiny Tony Stark marches up to him and very determinedly and with great gusto, kicks him in the shin.
Five times Patrick and Jonny played house, and one time they finally got their shit together. Or: Patrick proposes in pre-school. It just takes them a while to figure themselves out.