“It’s just clear you love us,” Lundy decides on.
Brad inhales shakily.
“So don’t be sad, Marchy, okay?” Lundy looks up at him plaintively. “You’ve got us, now.”
Brad drops his hands in Lundy’s hair, leaning to press his forehead against Lundy’s. He refuses to cry again, today. Luosty, the least cuddly person he knows, puts a hand on Brad’s knee in companionable silence.
Brad with Bobby and his Finn twins
Grinding it out final chapter on AO3 🥹


















