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So this whole time I keep getting Gillian Welch’s Dusty Boxcar Walls stuck in my head when I update this fic, but this time I have the Eels’ Novicaine For the Soul stuck in my head because my motivation for doing yet another chapter update this quick is “Life is hard, and so am I”– listen, I need some distraction to get thru all this.

So, have a short chapter which is full of very thorough character work of Aiden and Lambert being sarcastic and lovey and also uh mostly just fucking.

chapter 5, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28276716/chapters/70173825

“Buddy,” Lambert said, and it came out sort of strangled, “I’m kind of– I can’t– fuck–”

“Yes,” Aiden said, a miracle of coherence, “please– Lambert–”

“I just– I don’t want to– before you’re ready, Princess,” okay, he might be a bit far gone for sarcasm, but he was nothing if not willing to die trying when it came to that sort of shit.

“Fuck you,” Aiden managed, and Lambert couldn’t answer him because he was coming too hard to talk. (Your picture was not posted)