little lion man

henry "hal" smith, med student, craft beer drinker, dog person, professional curry eater. english born, italian transplant.

[kinghv]

idrinktheariel:

“My, what a lovely face. Might I have the pleasure of knowing the name of whom it belongs to?”

“I highly doubt you’d want to continue with that vein of thought if you knew how messy my love life is.”

[kinghv]

{ oh, what a sin | hal & bea }

[beaduncan]

Beatrice had become a hermit of a sort, locked away in her apartment, not wanting to risk venturing out into the city and running into someone who was mad at her. Sense Venice her life had been turned upside down, everything had changed so quickly and she didn’t know how to deal with any of it. She was a complete mess, she felt out of control which only made her more reclusive. She wasn’t herself anymore. 

She did have the occasional house guest like some close family and friends, and of course the not so happy Marcella. So when she heard the knock on her apartment door she wasn’t too surprised. What did surprise her was the sight of Hal through her peep hole holding chocolates and roses like a real gentleman. “Shit.” She whispered, leaning her head against her door. Ever part of her was yelling at her to let him in, but every other part of her was telling her it was a mistake. It was like a stop light that didn’t know to flash green or red. 

Eventually she slowly creaked open the door not being able to resist it, despite Marcella’s warning words rolling around in her head and seeing Ben’s angry face every time she closed her eyes. “Hi,” Was all she could say. How as she supposed to tell him all the things she was feeling? That she was scared and happy and hesitant and eager all at once. 

“You want to come in?” She asked moving aside so that he could make his way through her door. 

[kinghv]

He almost threw up when she opened the door. His stomach did stupid things when she spoke. Boy, was he in for it. The only thing that he could think to say was ‘I love you more than all of the stars in the sky’ but thankfully he repressed the urge. Instead he managed to get out a simple “yes, thank you.” The flowers were a bit crushed but he handed them to her anyways. 

“Your apartment is nice.” Real smooth, Hal. He glanced around, seeing nothing. All he wanted to do was hold her, kiss her, tell her that he was glad the bullet wound was superficial so he could hold her again. Marcella was in the back of his mind, reminding him that he had commitments. He was engaged, and whether or not his fiancee cared about him was not part of the engagement. 

Just because Marcella didn’t love him, didn’t give him license to cheat on her. He just couldn’t help it, he had to hold Bea. There was so many miles and things separating the two of them. He couldn’t stop himself, he reached out to her and brushed her hair out of her face. “I can’t stay away. I’m sorry Beatrice, but I can’t. It was horrible not being able to see you every second I was in the hospital.”

“And Marcella hates me, and I don’t care. I care about you. I care about you and I want to be around you as long as I can. If that means pissing off my fiancee, so be it. I’m so happy when I’m around you. When I think about you I feel like I’m home. When I’m with you... there’s no comparison. It’s like you are my anchor in this stupid fucking city. I know that there’s Dick and Marcella... I just...” He leaned his forehead against her’s, eyes shutting peacefully. “I just love you. And I can’t help it.”

[kinghv]

{ oh, what a sin | hal & bea }

They had discharged him from the hospital a couple of hours ago, and he’d knew exactly where he would go. 

There was almost nothing he wanted from his and Dick’s apartment. The material things that he had didn’t mean anything to him, really. Dick could burn all of his shit for all he cared--the only things he cared about were his aunt’s things which were all safely in a storage unit outside of Rome. 

So he’d taken a cab to pick up some roses and some chocolates and then went straight to Bea’s apartment. There was a lot they had to talk about, but mostly he just wanted to be around someone who didn’t hate him. (Of course, he hated himself--but that didn’t count). Love was such a fickle thing, Hal had decided. It did crazy things to your insides. All he’d been able to think about recently was the way Bea’s lips tasted that night, and how she made his stomach do somersaults. 

He stood outside of her apartment, one hand raised in a sort of half-knock position, the other clutching the chocolates and the roses. There was a hesitation coming from somewhere (his conscience, maybe?); he knew that if he crossed the line, things would be different. He might not be able to stop himself. 

But the idea that Bea was breathing on the other side of that door, and he would be able to see her face when she opened it was enough for him to knock. “Bea? It’s me.”

@beaduncan

[kinghv]

sugar we’re goin down | open

[herocapon]

It had been quite chaotic for everyone, that was true, but Hal was someone who saw a bit more than others recently. He was the only one to get shot because of what happened. “ Yeah, hopefully it will be peaceful for a little bit. We could all use that I think.” She said with a small nod.  Hero took a second to think about the question, she was unsure if she did have any but it wouldn’t hurt to look. So, she pulled her bag in front of her and searched through it until she found a smaller white box. “ I do.” She said a little surprised pulling the box out. “ I guess I forgot about it while all this craziness was happening, Would you like to have some? Are you allowed to?” Hero asked unsure of what the rules of eating after a gun shot were.

[kinghv]

“I’m practically a doctor,” Hal grinned winningly at her. “Really, I am. second year med school. If I say I can, I can. Promise.” He was full of shit, almost completely, but he needed something to distract him from the pain (both emotional and physical). “I’ll get you back for the sweets later, I promise. I make a really great Crème brûlée, just you wait until I’m out of the hospital.”

[kinghv]

repercussions | hal + marcella

[kinghv]

mcaesars:

Why was he talking about his aunt? Why was he always talking about his aunt Then again, why was she always talking about her father?

“You’re interested in making me happy in 70 years? What about tomorrow Hal, or even yesterday? You obviously weren’t interested in making me happy when you were fucking- some other girl.” She didn’t even want to imagine. She’d have to have him tested for every disease in the book before their marriage. At this rate, she would have to have him tested monthly.  

“What you do is not wrong, Henry. How many times did I say, ‘you’re great, thank you for doing this, thank you for doing that’. I showed you my gratitude numerous times. Obviously, not in ways that you expect-”

“What I need- is to not have to worry about my husband all day. I can’t be worried about you running off with some whore after we get into a single argument. I need to know that you’re going to be with me, in my bed, and not someone else’s. Obviously- I’m not the most emotional person Henry, and you are. But, at least least expect you to be on my team.”

When did Henry Smith gain so much influence over her? “This is your fault, entirely, and completely, your fault. I’m not apologizing for my past coldness, as I see now it was rightfully placed in a man who deceived me.”

She took her seat back on the edge of his bed. “This is a really, really shitty feeling. And I’m not forgiving you for making me feel this way. We’re going to work through this, because I have to spend the rest of my life with you. But this is the only exception, Hal. And I’m really, exceedingly angry with you. You really need to know that.”

“You don’t get to say any of this, Marcella! You don’t get to suddenly care after not caring for our whole lives! Goddamn it Marcella, now you care? You pretend after years of not giving me a single hint, that I messed your whole life up by sleeping with someone else? You haven’t been nice to me for one goddamn day.”

“I have spent my entire life trying to impress you. I have literally convinced everyone there’s more to you than meets the eye. And you know what? Maybe there isn’t. I’ve rolled over and taken whatever you’ve given me our whole lives because I love you but I don’t deserve to be treated like absolute shit. I’m so fucking tired of you treating me like I’m some sort of weapon in your arsenal.”

“I am a human Marcella. I’m a human with feelings and even though you’ve seemed to have forgotten what those are; you hurt me. I took this shit way too far by sleeping with Beatrice, I know, but have you stopped to ask yourself why I did it? Maybe I just wanted someone to hold me when I was upset. My aunt, the literal only person to have ever given a shit about me, will have been dead for 10 years this year. I need someone who I can go to her grave with, who won’t make fun of me when I cry, who will hold me when I’m upset.”

He was shaking with anger, years of repressed feelings coming to the surface. “It doesn’t matter that I almost get killed and you say ‘I thought I was in love with you.’ Love doesn’t make you weak--it makes you stronger. With love you can become someone who really is a force to be reckoned with. I deserve to have someone who will at least acknowledge that I’m a living breathing thing. You act like I’m a fucking prop to do your bidding.”

“And I’m more than a little concerned that when we get married you’ll treat me like I’m some sort of trophy that can be taken off the shelf when needed. I want to marry you, but I want to marry the real you. The one under all this goddamn bulletproof coating. You are not your father. Stop trying to emulate all of his decisions. I’m not going to cheat on you again--when I say that I fucking mean it.”

“I have spent years wishing I would get some indication that you saw me as a person. I guess this is it; Marcella, can you see me as Hal? Or will I be Henry Smith to you forever?”

[kinghv]

texts | hal & dick

hal: can we please talk about this?

hal: you're my brother, man

hal: we are the clinking beer emojis 🍻🍻

[oh-mercy-i-implore]

#NowPlaying Third Eye by Florence + The Machine

[kinghv]

repercussions | hal + marcella

[kinghv]

mcaesars:

“I-” She was so taken a back. “You had- sex with Beatrice.” She repeated quietly, nodding. “After-” no. It had not been her fault. This was Henry’s fault. She had rejected him, sure, but it did not mean he got to just go out and sleep with whatever slag he found himself interested in. 

This was the problem with love. The man who loves you, the subjects who love you, who devote themselves to you. The heart of man is fickle. Her father had always told her that. They sway with the winds. A new leader, or a new lover comes along, and suddenly they’re fawning over someone new. That was why it was better to be feared than loved, her father told her. 

She would cry, she wanted to cry. Why would he do that to her. But she Was Marcella Augusta Octavia Caesar. Daughter of Julius Caesar. Soon to be sole-owner of her ever expanding empire. Future leader of this city. Who the fuck did he think he was? “I can’t express how disappointed that makes me with you, Hal.” She stood from her seated position from his bed and walked slowly to the window. 

As she looked out onto the Verona skyline, she remembered who she was. She had forgotten over the last 48 hours, and it seemed about time to remember. She thought she loved him, how silly a notion. In her half-delirious state she imagined them in the future. Her as the mayor, him as the best surgeon in Italy. With their 2 kids and pet dog living happily ever after.

Love was for children. That’s what her father had always said. “So. You fucked another girl and want to make things right.” She was devastated. Who was she kidding? She looked away from the window and turned back to her ailing fiancee. “We have two options to moving on, then.”

“My father always had mistresses. Livia. Susanna. The whore, Cleopatra. But you never would know about it. I don’t care who you fuck Hal. You keep it away from my business. Taking your philandering ass over and over again makes me look weak.” She bit her lip and turned back to the window. “But make no mistake, if you go that route, you will never have me. The marriage is still on, regardless of your past actions. But if you keep this up, I will never be your wife in spirit, only by law. You will never have that emotional connection that you so strive for.”

“Option two. This is the end of it. You will never, disrespect me like this again. I was really, really going to put an effort in with you. Christ, the last 48 hours even had me thinking- that I loved you too. I even gave my blood to you. My blood, Hal.” The passion in her voice rose up once again. This was a nightmare. She never wanted to go through this with him. Her father and mother had neutral standing with each other, but they seemed miserable. 

“You end it. You end it, we remain civil, and we’ll see where it goes from there.” She turned back to him from the window. “This is not forgiveness. This is mercy from the woman who you said you loved.”

He was crushed, completely and totally beaten down. The look on her face was something he never wanted to see again. How could he be so completely stupid? Maybe he’d finally lost his mind--snapped. So here he was, lying in a hospital bed, focusing on his rib pain so he wouldn’t cry. He knew she wouldn’t take kindly to any displays of weakness, so he kept it all inside, hoping that his penance would be enough for her.

What would be enough to convince her that he wasn’t like her father? Because he wasn’t, her father had been a tyrant (everyone knew that save for Marcella). He’d done illegal things left and right like every other crook in Verona. But Marcella loved her father, and he wasn’t in the business of tarnishing her memory of him (he didn’t know how much of him she actually knew or cared about). 

He didn’t know his parents well enough to know whether or not they had taken to having extra-martial relations. They had seemed happy whenever he saw them (granted, that wasn’t very often at all), so he hadn’t ever known the truth. As an adult little had changed. His parents were too busy for him, and he liked it that way. 

“Growing up, my aunt had taken a couple of lovers. Not... serious ones, but they were there. I’d seen her in love once, to a man as flighty as they get. When he left her, she was never the same. I promised myself I would never be that person, and I... I won’t do that to you again Marcella. I’m in this for the long haul. I don’t know what kind of shit my parents pull but I won’t be them. I won’t be like your father, I’m not like your father. I know you loved your father, but I’m not like him.”

“What I mean by that is--I’m not interested in power. Or money, even. I’m interested in making you happy for 70 years. I’m interested in giving you whatever you need. I’d do anything for you, Marcella. I promise that. I know you don’t believe me now, but I’ll convince you eventually, I promise you that. I wasn’t lying when I said I love you. I know that right now you are furious with me, and I’ll take it. I deserve your anger. I’m sorry that I’m an idiot.”

“But--” he struggled to sit up, “but I promise you that you can trust me. I don’t want anyone but you, and I’m going to make you happy somehow. I just don’t know how. I want you to be happy, and it seems like whatever I do is just... wrong. You have to work with me. I’m not saying this isn’t my fault, it is. I just need you to tell me how I can give you what you need.”

[kinghv]

repercussions | hal + marcella

He needed to tell her everything, she deserved that much. 

Whatever they were (friends, lovers, enemies?) they were going to have to work with each other for the next... however long they were alive. He didn’t have the heart to call off the engagement (he wouldn’t want to, anyway), so he would tell her the truth and let her decide how they would proceed.

All his life he expected Marcella to love him eventually. He’d taken his time, doing little things for her. He’d made her cards every holiday, sent her little presents during the year, complimented her whenever he was given the chance. And now--now it all went to waste. 

He had thought that he’d never love anyone like he loved Marcella. The unrequited longing he had felt for her had gotten old at some point, so he’d turned to Beatrice. It wasn’t fair that his heart had to be split into two different pieces. There would be no white picket fence with Beatrice, that much he was sure of. Marcella was the one he belonged with, and he would do anything to prove his faithfulness to her. 

“Marcella,” he breathed. He had asked her to meet him in his room at the hospital. “I need to tell you what happened with Bea. I wasn’t completely truthful earlier... it wasn’t because I wanted to lie to you... that’s not it at all. It’s because I was doped up. I had sex with Beatrice. I am so, so sorry. It was wrong of me, and I will accept whatever punishment it takes to make things right.”

@mcaesars

[kinghv]

hospital beds | juliet + hal

@fairestjuliet

He was bored and in a shit ton of pain. It didn’t help that his nurse kept coming in and fretting over him forty times an hour. He’d told her that if something was wrong he’d call for her, and that yes he was in med school and knew if something was wrong. Obviously, she didn’t listen. The food was bad, really really bad. And the visitors. Man, everyone was some level of pissed with him. Dick was convinced they were no longer going to be friends, Marcella was pissed, everyone was judging him. It was like no one else in Verona had ever done something shitty. What he had done wasn’t even that shitty. Dick was overreacting. Marcella----he’d deal with that later.

They’d told him that he wasn’t allowed to get out of bed. After he’d been transferred to the Verona hospital he was to rest and relax. They had let him have his school books, thankfully. That wasn’t enough to keep him completely busy, so he started planning his escape. There was no way he could walk in his current state. He’d have to find some way to get a wheelchair. He had told them that he wanted to start wheeling himself to the bathroom. Thankfully, they had believed him and left one in his room. Score for him. 

Then he’d asked what room Juliet Capulet was in. He’d said that he was the one who saved her (which was a bit of an exaggeration)--but they had told him anyway. One of his nurses was easily charmed, and bought some chocolates and a big teddy bear for him when he asked (he said the teddy bear reminded him of his finacee, she’d lapped that one up). So he went to make his Shawshank, strapping the teddy bear in the seat belt in front of him, and tucking the chocolates behind his back. Hopefully they wouldn’t fall out. 

He wheeled himself out of his room and sped down the hall to the elevator in his hospital gown (he’d found a blanket that he tucked over his legs so he wasn’t completely exposed. Juliet’s room wasn’t hard to find, he was there in no time. “Jules?” He wheeled himself in, a big grin plastered on his face. “Knock knock.”

[kinghv]

sugar we’re goin down | open

[pxtrickisms-blog]

Patrick chuckled, happy to see his friend at least attempt some humour. At least that hadn’t died. “I’ll concede to that, as much as I hate to. If we had to rank the men of Verona, you’d be much higher than me.” Shaking his head, his smile became a little more strained as he added, “Especially now that you’re a hero. You’ll have girls lining up down the street, including little Capulet herself, when she’s found and realises you were shot for her.” It wasn’t entirely true, but true enough he could use it to lighten the mood. The thought of Juliet developing a crush on Hal was enough to keep his spirits high for the moment.

He frowned at the mention of Beatrice, not entirely sure what to say. He had spent hours looking after the girl before seeing Hal, trying to console her while the unanswered question laid in his mind; why was she so upset? Of course Patrick himself was distraught, but it wasn’t the same. That was more than obvious.

“She’s…not doing so good,” he admitted, shrugging pathetically. He didn’t want to make Hal upset too, so he kept words to a minimum. “She wanted to see you, but you were both…you weren’t in the right state, so she’s gone home to sleep it off. I’ll take her to see you tomorrow, if you’re both okay.” Patrick felt slightly like a mediator seperating them, but it seemed to be the role he was fitting into easily. “They haven’t found Juliet, but they will. Benedick will see to it, I’m sure. Your little adventure got them closer than ever, so I think they’re just trying to track from where you left off.”

He was going to keep his thoughts to himself, try to keep silent as he always did. The Invisible Man. Watching and noticing, but never commenting unless his opinion was necessary. But now, watching Hal’s panicked eyes as he spoke about Beatrice, and having seen her own reaction, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Has something happened? Between you and Bea? Because she’s…she’s really choked up, man. I’ve never seen her like this before.”

Patrick forced himself to laugh at Hal’s request, waving him away. “Of course, of course. I’ll come back tomorrow with a bag of necessities. Alcohol, cigarettes, unhealthy snacks; you name it, I’ll bring it.” It was the least he could do at this point.

[kinghv]

It was his fault, all his fault. And now Beatrice was a mess and he couldn’t see past the situation. There was no light at the end of this tunnel, only a really uncertain fog (where his best friend hated him). “Bea and I.... slept together.” He rubbed his face wearily. “And apparently there’s feelings involved. Apparently--” he sucked in as big a breath as he could, “--I love her. And that’s pretty fucked up. Like, royally fucked up.”

He actually felt better telling someone his feelings for Bea. Hopefully that meant that he would have someone to talk to who was neutral in the situation. That was no guarantee, seeing as Dick and Pat were best friends, but he had hopes. Pat was as good a friend as any to him.

He needed to see Bea, he knew that much. Fate had brought them together, but fate had to tear them apart. They couldn’t be together. Dick and Bea were made for each other, something Hal envied. At times it felt like he and Marcella were, then he remembered that she was cold and calculating where he needed some sort of affection from...anyone. 

“I love her, man. I don’t know how long I’ve loved her for but... it’s been a while. And when we slept together... it just felt right. Man, it felt perfect and wonderful and lovely. Dick is going to hate me, and I’m prepared for that. I didn’t ask for this Pat--sometimes you just love people and there’s no reason for it, you know? Like sometimes Fate just has us fuck up. And I really fucked up.”

[kinghv]

sugar we’re goin down | open

[cleopatrxs-deactivated20160512]

Hospitals were the last places she wanted to be in but with what happened recently, Cleo couldn’t help but worry about the person who got shot. Not that they were close or anything. There was nothing wrong with visiting people the hospital. Her hands clutched the delicate flowers almost a little too tight as she walked into the room. A small smile etched her lips, acknowledging the nurse who was attending to Hal. She knew him as Marcella’s fiance and she loathed Marcella but that didn’t mean she hated Hal as well. 

She was slightly alarmed at his words, motioning to leave the room, afraid to disturb him. Cleo thought she needed the sedatives more than him with the jitters and nerves she was starting to feel. “Uhm— Hi It’s Cleo. Just here to drop off flowers and not give you more sedatives. I promise. I do have recreational drugs— wait no, that was a bad joke to say inside a hospital.”

[kinghv]

“At this point, I wish you did have recreational drugs.” Though the fog in his head was thick enough at the moment. “If Marcella knew you were here she’d have you skinned and made into a pillow to decorate her bed with.” He smiled weakly, attempting to sit forward. “It means a lot that you braved my darling fiancee’s wrath to come see poor old me, thank you for that.” He didn’t know Cleo all that well, but he did know how much Marcella hated her. “Do you have any sweets on you? Hospital food is gross, so I’m trying to make a preemptive strike here.”

[kinghv]

sugar we’re goin down | open

[beaduncan]

She wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to bring so Beatrice came into the hospital carrying a ballon that said “Bee Well” with a crude drawing of a bubble bee and a flower, a box of chocolates in a Valentine’s Day box and some flowers that were probably the best thing out of everything she brought. The nurse led her into the room and told her that he would probably wake up soon and to just sit and wait. She called her ‘Deary’ and looked at her with sympathetic eyes that made Beatrice want to cry again but she held it together, not wanting to be balling when Hal woke up. 

She clutched at his hand as he mumbled in his sleep, desperately wanting to wake him up but not wanting to cause him too much shock. “Hal, it’s Beatrice.” She said softly, giving  his hand another squeeze. “You’re okay.” She reached out, brushing some of his dark hair off of his forehead tenderly. “I won’t let them give you any more sedatives, the nurse is old, I bet I could take her.” It was a pathetic joke but she needed it, if she could laugh with him again maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

[kinghv]

“Beatrice...” Hal smiled weakly, blinking through his fatigue. Man, he hated sedatives. They made you feel dazed and confused and not in a good way. The sight of Beatrice, next to him, was enough to make him feel better--much better than he’d felt in years even. “Come on in, darling, the bed is fine.” He scooted over as best as he could--his ribs burning in complaint. “I love the balloon. It’s perfect.”

And chocolates. Finally, he had some chocolates. That’s all he had wanted since getting shot. It was one of the things he had been thinking about nonstop. “And chocolates! Bea, you are number one in my book right now.” He pulled her into him, ignoring once more the burning pain from doing so. Right now, it was far more important to him to be near her than to be comfortable. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

[kinghv]

sugar we’re goin down | open

[benedickwindsor-blog]

“Anyone else,” Dick said, standing over his friend as he laid in a fucking hospital. Which was good, because it meant he didn’t have to do it himself. “You could have had anyone fucking else, but you– Fuck.” He ran a hand over his face. “When did this happen? When you sent me away last night? Did you fuck her then, Hal? Or was it before?” 

He blinked, a sharp, humorless laugh escaping him, and then he couldn’t stop. He was laughing, because this whole fucking situation was ridiculous. It was so goddamn unbelievable that it was funny. “I can’t believe I was actually upset about you getting hurt. Why? Don’t give me a bullshit answer either. Tell me why before I break another one of your fucking ribs.”

[kinghv]

“It happened, and that’s... that’s the gist of it. I’m not going to torture you with the details.” Hal clenched his fists, debating the merits of faking blood loss. This conversation wouldn’t end well for either of them, and he wasn’t really in the mood to defend himself if Dick were to decide that an attack was warranted. 

“Because I love her.” Hal wasn’t sure of many things at the moment, but once he said it--he knew it was true. He loved Beatrice--their Bea. There was no way anything good could come from it; he knew that. It wouldn’t stop the way he felt about her. “Go ahead. Do it. I won’t stop you. Break one. Kill me. Whatever you need to do to make this better.”

[kinghv]

sugar we’re goin down | open

[herocapon]

“ Thank you, yeah probably is familiar I mean not a lot of girls named Hero in Verona and you are rather close with my cousin and Benedick which I assume is where you’ve heard of me. It’s nice to meet you too, though I wish it wasn’t exactly this way.” The brunette admitted, she did mean it, she would have much rather met him because they ran into each other on the street- not because he was shot. She spotted a chair as she looked around the room, and it did seem like an exact copy of the uncomfortable ones in the lobby. “ Yeah, just one one the other side of the bed, but if it feels how it looks you’d be right. You’d think they’d make them comfortable though with many people having to spend hours in them.” Hero said making conversation that was other than about his injury- which was something he must have heard about from other visitors. “ Yeah, it’d be rather busy in there with a lot of drunken injuries from the night- I doubt they’d let you have visitors down there. It’d probably be too chaotic if they did.”

[kinghv]

“It’s been chaotic enough already, I’ve had enough chaos for seventeen lifetimes.” He thought back on what happened and tried not to panic. There was a deep seated fear that had gripped him since that trigger was pulled. It reminded him of all that had happened in Iraq. “Thanks for coming to see me, though. Do you have any chocolate?”

[serious]

[ffspunk]

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FAIR VERONAS EDIT MEME 2/5 Male Characters

Henry “Hal” Smith ( @kinghv​ )

“Listen–I have an idea. It’s stupid, but I’m starting to feel buzzed and we do really stupid shit while we are drunk. Hear me out. So we are–” he fumbled with his hands, making outrageous gestures, “men of purpose.Trained and shit. So what if we go find Jules? We are both military men. We could do it. It’ll be an adventure, and we would be heroes, you know? Like, bonafide heroes. And B will love you again, and maybe Marcella would actually speak to me. Like for real.”