So Greg was being kind and boyish and twelve years old, and James could smile a bit again, because twelve-year-olds don't have two ex-wives, a house payment, and a broken heart.
How do you even DO things like that? Just stomp on my heart, why doncha.
*has secret glee that Sam is writing house!fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
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How do you even DO things like that? Just stomp on my heart, why doncha.
*has secret glee that Sam is writing house!fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*okay...not so secret*