"It's not that complicated," Lance says to Arthur, after the latter showed up on their front-garden that same night, having waited out on the stone steps for an hour for someone to wake up.
"It really is that complicated," is Arthur's answer to that.
"No," Lance says. "You make it that way. You make it like that when all you really have to do—when all you really need to do, yeah, is just find one thing that makes you happy. One thing. And if you can stick to that, if you can do that for at least one minute a day—one minute, Arthur—I swear, that's all it takes. You'll see. Just one thing."
"That makes me happy?" he weakly repeats, a bit distant already.
"Yes." Lance gives him a slight smile. "A thing that makes you happy."
"It really is that complicated," is Arthur's answer to that.
"No," Lance says. "You make it that way. You make it like that when all you really have to do—when all you really need to do, yeah, is just find one thing that makes you happy. One thing. And if you can stick to that, if you can do that for at least one minute a day—one minute, Arthur—I swear, that's all it takes. You'll see. Just one thing."
"That makes me happy?" he weakly repeats, a bit distant already.
"Yes." Lance gives him a slight smile. "A thing that makes you happy."
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21.04.2012 в 20:58А почему Мерлин - это моя вина?
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21.04.2012 в 21:20это не мерлин твоя вина, это фик твоя вина, сложно винить кого-то в мерлине, если я его практически не смотрела (в чем винить-то получается!)
это про "однажды они переродились братьями")
ит симс ю ноу ми бетта зен ай ду -- к вечеру я действительно стала ангстовая)
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21.04.2012 в 21:29