mach four. text.

[tardily]

[ Barry knows fully well that this question should be asked over video or over voice, but with how things can be and how he knows might react to some answers, it's probably safer to just stay with text for now. ]

Does anyone believe that there's people you're just supposed to meet? I don't know if I'd call it fate, but I mean the idea that there are just some people you're supposed to know no matter what. That the universe or universes figure out a way to make everything line up even if it really shouldn't. Or it makes no sense for it to happen and yet it does anyway.

I know asking this is weird considering what happened earlier this month but...I went home and when I got back I started thinking about it. That maybe here you meet people you're supposed to and maybe at home you do and if you're lucky they somehow intersect. It's cheesy, but...sometimes you just have to wonder if certain things are supposed to be fixed in your life.

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[airshow]

OH MY GOD
Are you going to make me stand up? Are you serious right now? I'm trying to watch Hoarders! I need to know HOW MANY CATS are in this garage!

[tardily]

RECORD IT?

I am going to pull you up off the couch if you don't willingly get up yourself. If you want the gummi bears, there needs to be a little work here.

[airshow]

Okay fine BUT I expect you to throw them at my open mouth like I'm a seal at Sea World, but without the egregious abuses of my civil rights and oh god I sound like Piper, I've been on this couch too long.

[ Whatever, James is dragging himself off the sofa to go wander through the house and find Barry. ]

[tardily]

[ Good luck with that, James, he's running away from you so he can avoid you. ]

Just maybe.

I wouldn't do that to you, though, no abusing your civil rights. I'm not that kind of person.

[ And the lie detector test determined that was a sort of lie. ]

[airshow]

I know. You're a sweet gentle teddybear of a beanpole of a man with soulful eyes.

[tardily]

I don't know if I should be offended about being called beanpole or wonder why you've been looking into my eyes that much.

[airshow]

Where would you prefer I look?

[tardily]

Is there an answer I can give that won't have you swooning again? Or that you'll laugh about later?

[airshow]

Assume I'm laughing about it in advance, that's safest.

[tardily]

I can't believe I'm typing this but you could look at my butt. I've heard it's not a beanpole butt.

[airshow]

I can't believe you're typing this either. Is there something you want to get off your chest? So to speak?

[tardily]

I'm not the one who sleeps on someone else's couch because love problems. So no, there isn't. I don't want to...with you.

Cold, maybe. You, no.

[airshow]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEW.

[ And, in text. ]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEW.

[tardily]

:D

You brought that one on yourself. You also have to remember that my you is older. And has been in prison eating Twizzlers for a while. So.

Cold's in shape, you can't really compete with that.

[ He loves you James. ]