This is supposed to be a touch-feely conversation where we tell you, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll always have a family here with us.’ And then we may or may not have sappy music piped in.”
Ted rolled his eyes. “That was tactful, Eve. Wonderful.
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I can finally fucking breathe seeing you goddamn bastards.
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This place's a festering whore's crotch. Do I own it?
Debra AnastasiaTag: beckett
Aren’t you supposed to be Jesus’ bitch?
Debra AnastasiaTag: beckett
If I told you once, I told you a million times: you’re a handsome motherfucker. I’m almost gay for you.
Debra AnastasiaTag: beckett
Livia, I'm made of glass, but it only shows in the sun. I can't be caught in sunlight or everyone will know what I am.
Debra AnastasiaYou're not the guy at the train station. You're my Blake.
Debra AnastasiaCole turned his bride to hug her from behind, nuzzling her neck.
-I'll have you in my bed next. I'm going to make love to you so thoroughly that, tomorrow? You'll walk like John Wayne.
-I'll play you a song.
Blake flexed his fingers and concentrated harder on the cardboard, moving his hands methodically over it's surface.
What do you say after an imaginary concert?
Livia watched as the song came to a close with his careful plucking a certain keys on the cardboard. She couldn't help but glance to see if the commuters were staring.
-I couldn't hear that, but your hands looked beautiful.
-Of course not. It's not plugged in.
Blake smiled, then watched as she didn't get his joke.
Blake turned to John. “I know you already know this, Mr. McHugh, but your daughter is the most exceptional person I’ve ever had the honor of meeting. She’s a testament to your dedication as a parent.” He squeezed Livia’s hand back.
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