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“You have sex with half the people you meet! Why would doing it with me make any difference?”
“Because we’re friends, Geralt! I know you like to deny it, but I promise you that we are friends.”
“According to you, you have sex with your friends all the time. I didn’t ask you, you just volunteered that information.”
“Ok, right, well, yes. Alright - I do have friends I can just sleep with, and not change anything. That’s true. But you aren’t one of them.”
“Why I aren’t I one of them?”
“You just aren’t, alright?”
“That’s not an answer. Why. Aren’t. I. One of them?”
“Because if I slept with you, then - ” he looked away from Geralt and blinked fast, several times. When he turned back again, there was a clear challenge in his eyes. “If I slept with you, then I’d probably end up falling in love with you, which is the last thing you want. No don’t deny it – even admitting we’re friends is too much commitment for you. You definitely don’t want me to be in love with you. If you think I’m too much now, just wait and see what I’d be like then!”
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Lando, Alex and George sit out the night of Schrodinger's Grand Prix. They play Scrabble and drink hot cocoa*.
*this is a lie
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“Cheers, my good Sir.”
He deserved the sky; he deserved the world. He deserved the cosmos to smile down on him and mirror the brightness in his eyes. But perhaps Lando was just a little biased, he mused while sipping more of his drink.
“Cheers to you, you mean. You’re a grand prix winner, Carlos!” -
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They broke up so Daniel could go home to heal. Some things are inevitable
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NHK is broadcasting reruns of some of today's and yesterday’s Olympic events—swimming is on. Men’s individual medley just ended, another medal to Phelps’s tally. George is already watching with his eyes half shut, teetering on the edge of wakefulness, when the broadcast cuts to another sport. He’s never watched fencing before, but perks up when he catches a glimpse of the Union Jack.
GBR L. Norris 4-2 J. Vergne FRA
Now hold on second. That fencer sure looks familiar—what the fuck. L. Norris. Lando Norris.
(George chances upon Lando in Tokyo.)

