The legacies of our brothers and sisters are not offered by them but chosen by us. Because this is truth and poetry.
We are the sum of our experiences, little brother. They define us; we do not define them.Because this is truth and poetry *again*.
Then Matt gave a shaky little laugh. He lifted a hand to his mouth, chortled a little. Slapped his forehead against his palm. Leaned back, looked up at the ceiling. His mouth spread into a wide grin, and he kept letting out odd, shaky chuckles. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Oh, wow. Oh, my God, unbelievable." Because this is SO Mattish, and thus so adorable.
He did the only thing he could think to do. He leaned forward into Matt's arms. Because this is Mohinder. Which means, fluff and waff and love and awwww.
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The legacies of our brothers and sisters are not offered by them but chosen by us. Because this is truth and poetry.
We are the sum of our experiences, little brother. They define us; we do not define them.Because this is truth and poetry *again*.
Then Matt gave a shaky little laugh. He lifted a hand to his mouth, chortled a little. Slapped his forehead against his palm. Leaned back, looked up at the ceiling. His mouth spread into a wide grin, and he kept letting out odd, shaky chuckles. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Oh, wow. Oh, my God, unbelievable." Because this is SO Mattish, and thus so adorable.
He did the only thing he could think to do. He leaned forward into Matt's arms. Because this is Mohinder. Which means, fluff and waff and love and awwww.