[There is some pretty interesting conversation going on the Network, hot damn. Keeping in the vein of April being smarter than him and Will learning from her smarts, he waits a little while and then abruptly appears in the doorway. No big deal, really, nothing out of the normal here. He's in pajamas and carrying a big ass bowl of ice cream with two spoons sticking out of it, takes no time in plopping down right next to his wife, feet up just like usual. All without looking at her or saying anything, too invested in getting a good spoonful of ice cream.
He speaks with his mouth half-full after he's settled, the absolute heathen.]
She's never gonna get it. Or fess up to getting it, that would be more accurate. [That second spoon is sticking in April's direction for good reason.] Must be nice to live in a bubble where you never fuck up.
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Date: 2016-04-16 09:49 pm (UTC)He speaks with his mouth half-full after he's settled, the absolute heathen.]
She's never gonna get it. Or fess up to getting it, that would be more accurate. [That second spoon is sticking in April's direction for good reason.] Must be nice to live in a bubble where you never fuck up.