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When Connor proposed to go on a trip to get away from the big meanie fandom Hudson didn't have to be asked twice.
They shared a cabin with bunk beds and made sure to strap down their arms to the bed rails before they went to sleep so no funny business hanky panky happened.
They awoke the first day at sea to the captain saying over the intercom that the Hanta Virus had been detected on board and that everyone was to be quarantined.
“Oh no!” Said Hudson, “Nobody will get to see us slurp spaghetti Lady and the Tramp style but platonically!”
“We can't platonically kiss even if we wanted to,” Connor replied, holding out a positive pregnancy test. “I'm pregnant with our platonic baby, if I get the virus we will both die.”
Dramatic music played somewhere Hudson could not see but he shrugged and threw the pregnancy test to the floor.
“Whatever happens,” Hudson said seriously, grabbing Connor platonically by his platonic face, “We are in this together, all three of us.”
Then Hudson platonically kissed his platonic soul mate best friend, pledging with the motion to platonically get them all home safe so Connor could give birth to their platonic baby, platonically.
Then the ship (iykyk) platonically hit an iceberg.
The End