Someone come collect your mans he’s too nice for his own good

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Someone come collect your mans he’s too nice for his own good
me tryna tell all my friends that harry did that
Me when Louis, a known Soft™ gets softer to the point of insoftity and beyond.
She isn't sure exactly what drives her to do it. Not that it's WRONG, but Harriette isn't one for frequent physical displays of affection. Not outside the bedroom, anyway. Perhaps it's the expression Missy wears tonight - something vaguely haunted. Perhaps it's the simple fact that Missy's still alive, after everything. Whatever it is, the agent wraps the smaller woman in a tight embrace, nose burying into wild hair, inhaling deeply. "You're safe here, my dearest. You know that, yes?"
Missy turns her face against Harry’s chest, her cheek over the agent’s heart, listening to the steady beat. She can barely form words - the phantoms in her mind are louder now, louder than ever before and it is only Harry’s warmth that now seems to drive them away, leaving her quiet once more. Empty. “I do,” Missy replies, her voice unusually soft. “Here. In your arms. I think this...is the only place I’ve ever been safe, in my entire life.”
My cat likes avocado now???