transitions
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intheheartTitle: transitions
Rating: G
Summary: Lars helps Summer move.
Warnings: none
Notes: Couldn't make it a miniature.
"You really don't have to," Summer said mildly, watching Lars struggle to get a box down the stairs. "I can manage on my own."
"No," he gritted out, and heaved the box into the car. "Jesus, what do you have in there, bricks? Anyway, I said I'd help you move, and I'll damn well help you move." Even though he really didn't want her to move. Which was stupid; she was actually moving closer to him, but it was the principle of the thing.
"They're mostly books," said Summer, oblivious to his internal monologue.
Of course they were books. She only had about eight million of them. Lars sighed, and turned to go up the stairs again.
She ambushed him before he could, hugging tight around his waist with her face pressed into his back. "And you'll come visit me?" she asked, a little muffled. "At college?"
He couldn't hug her back, but he could squeeze her arm, and he did, bowing his head, not sure whether to smile or cry. "Of course, Summerchild. Of course."
Rating: G
Summary: Lars helps Summer move.
Warnings: none
Notes: Couldn't make it a miniature.
"You really don't have to," Summer said mildly, watching Lars struggle to get a box down the stairs. "I can manage on my own."
"No," he gritted out, and heaved the box into the car. "Jesus, what do you have in there, bricks? Anyway, I said I'd help you move, and I'll damn well help you move." Even though he really didn't want her to move. Which was stupid; she was actually moving closer to him, but it was the principle of the thing.
"They're mostly books," said Summer, oblivious to his internal monologue.
Of course they were books. She only had about eight million of them. Lars sighed, and turned to go up the stairs again.
She ambushed him before he could, hugging tight around his waist with her face pressed into his back. "And you'll come visit me?" she asked, a little muffled. "At college?"
He couldn't hug her back, but he could squeeze her arm, and he did, bowing his head, not sure whether to smile or cry. "Of course, Summerchild. Of course."
