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An hour late.
Fuck, he really hates daylight saving time. He curses his past self for turning off the Set Automatically setting on his phone as he clambers aboard the bus. One seat is open.
“Nope.”
The bus rumbles forward before he can scurry back off of it.
He turns, forced to face the last person he wants to see. His ex. His soulmate. His Harry.
Fucking hell.
He slumps into the seat. “Fucking soulbonds.”
“Hi, Lou. You’ll have to hear me out sometime, you know? I’ve got the universe on my side.”
“No.”
Harry grins. “See you soon, then.”