Thing is, Lily is entirely too good at helping other people and faking be competent that, in situations like this, she has no idea what to do. What do you say when arguably one of your best friends say that the door you always thought was closed could’ve been open this entire time? She likes Bertram, truly, but she can feel her heart trying to claw its way out of her chest, and she’s replaying the phrase ’Romantic Stylez’ over and over again. She’s in a sundress, and the cold air is biting at her bare skin, and she’s not aware of this or any damn thing until she unfreezes herself. Her mouth is still half-open in an attempt to have said something before he left, but the words must’ve caught in her throat, and she turns, too late, to see his retreating self turn around the corner of the street, and he’s gone.
or, a brooklyn nine nine jily au.
