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She’s different after Amsterdam. Lighter. Brighter.
He doesn’t ask why or how, afraid the answer is a who that’s not him. And no matter how much this Rebecca - the Rebecca he’s seen from the very beginning but is now on display for the rest of the world - feels an awful lot like home, he knows he has to leave. The team. Richmond. Her. All of it.
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"Waking up to a complete stranger breathing down your face after being knocked unconscious in a foreign country is fucking terrifying, there’s no other way to describe it. She must look like an absolutely crazy person leaving a trail of filthy water as she walks erratically towards the general direction of her hotel.
Rebecca is this close to completely losing it when she spots him. Like a ray of sunshine in the middle of a storm. She would recognise those caquis paired with his signature Nikes, the stubborn tendril that keeps falling over his forehead from miles away."
An unexpected accident in foreign lands burns the carefully constructed walls protecting Rebecca's heart.
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"What exactly do you mean by ‘funk’?”
“A style of music popularised by James Brown — he’s fuckin’ sad Rebecca, what do you think?” Roy growls at her.
“I’d have described it as a deep existential angst but sad works too,” Beard shrugs.
“Well you two are his closest friends, what do you want me to do about it?,” she says, flustered by the way her heart has sunk to her stomach at hearing that he’s not okay but entirely unprepared to let Beard and Roy see exactly how much that makes her feel.
“Cheer him up,” Roy says bluntly.
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A fill-in-the-blanks left to us by the Kings exploration of how and why Diane and Kurt fell in love, ran from one another, finally married, the unfortunate events leading to their separation, and their road back to reconciliation.
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They are drunk at the pub and stuff escalates.
"Rebecca felt a weight drop to her thigh and she paused. She looked around the table noticing that everyone was still listening intently before subtly glancing down at her lap.
There on her leg rested Ted's hand.
Rebecca held her breath as Ted's hand slowly trailed up her thigh. As far as anyone knew he was just telling a story sitting around with friends and everything was normal, except everything was not normal because right now his hand was moving further and further up her leg."