this wasn't exactly supposed to be a fic

[custardpringle]

I was just going to write a half-assed bit of dialogue, more like a RP narrative than an actual story, about Hilary and St. George Sorting Things Out. And then it turned out to be about 4500 words long, because they had a lot of Things to Sort Out, I guess. Looked over by hhertzof, who is a saint

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[soda_and_capes]

Fuck, you are so good. Seconding oxydised_moron's comment super hard. I love how deeply flawed (BECAUSE THEY ARE HUMANS) they both are, and how they totally make things work anyway. Because they feel like real people making things work in a real way! And I love how self-aware and yet oblivious they both are about different things. I always wind up completely charmed and comforted by your stories.

"I get in these moods," he began again, with great deliberation, "and it always seems at the time that the only way to fix it is to go prostrate myself before someone-- you, lately, being the only readily available candidate-- and be reassured I'm worth a damn to someone."
TEARS EVERYWHERE. ;_____; OH JERRY. I FEEL YA. Seriously, though, most spot-on articulation of that feeling/situation ever.

[custardpringle]

Awwwww! I did exactly what I intended \o/

WHY HAVE YOU NOT READ CANON YET. GET ON THAT BTW