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- Spot still chaperones Race to and from parties
- Race is a very clingy drunk
- Always holding spot’s hands
- Hugging him
- Face buried in his shoulders, back, or chest
- He doesn’t go to as many parties anymore though
- He doesn’t want Spot to have the hassle of babysitting him
- Race is good at folding laundry, but he hates matching up socks
- So they sit down on the floor together and fold laundry
- Race says “I feel like we’re a married couple and shit”
- But he says it with a smile
- Sometimes spot will come home after a long day and he’ll just find Race and silently pull him into a hug
- And Race just lets him
- When Race has a long day, he comes home and curls up in Spot’s lap
- They have pasta Wednesday
- “That doesn’t alliterate, Race”
- “It doesn’t have to”
- They don’t really have pet names, except for Racer (Race only lets Spot call him that), Spottie (Spot barely lets Race call him that), and babe
- So Race takes Spot to meet his “mystery friend” (he’s a lil’ shit like that)
- And Race tells Jack he wants to introduce him to his boyfriend, but he doesn’t tell him his name (he’s a lil’ shit like that)
- So Spot and Race show up at the restaurant arm in arm
- And Jack is sitting at the table
- And Jack and Spot say simultaneously “what thE FUCK?!?”
- Since neither Spot nor Jack use the Larkin name
- Race didn’t know that they’re brothers