An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Let me buy you a drink.” She hesitated again, eyes sliding back to her pile of flashcards. And he nearly flinched, reminded again of how long it's been, how out of practice he is in this setting. Jack knew when he was being rejected, knew when his attention wasn’t wanted, so he gave her an out. “No strings, I promise. Scout’s honor. You can take it and go back to studying and I’ll leave you alone. Just from one lawyer to a future lawyer. It’s been ages, but I still remember what it was like. It’s a long, lonely road, studying for the bar.” Silence stretched between them, Samira still looking down at the bartop. Jack took a sip of his drink, giving her a moment of privacy. “It is so lonely, isn’t it?”
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for @the-dark-swan, because she's been making such lovely moodboards for ppl's fics lately so it's only right that someone makes one for her & because mea culpa is a foundational au #tome
nicest thing anyone has ever done for me 😭 mea culpa will return soon!
