"I was resigned to havin' Harrington around ages ago," says Wayne, with a defeated sort of look on his face, "Kid's like a fungus. Can't escape 'im. Sometimes I'm grocery shopping and he pops up like a goddamn polo-clad whack-a-mole to offer me a coupon or somethin'."
@pukner is making me laugh so hard with their darn fic right now. I love this description of Steve!!! I can see this so clearly! J’adore!








