Fics like you fill my head with pieces

He forces himself forward. The puddle of his complicated feelings was not a good enough reason not to be here. “Ace!” Nancy's eyebrows thread together in confusion. “Good morning, Nancy. How are you?” He keeps his tone even and calm, though inside he feels anything but. He feels nervous. Which is bizarre, because it’s Nancy. He’s never been nervous around her before. Never harboured secret feelings for her before, either. “Uh… I’m fine, Ace, thanks so much for asking… but what are you doing here? At my house…. At 7 in the morning...” she says, perplexed. Neither of them really stepped backwards after they collided, so they’re still standing very close together. Though, he’s observed that vast distances between them are not often commonplace anyway. “Where’re you off to at 7 in the morning, Nancy?” he returns, twitching an eyebrow at her expectantly. She gives him a deadpan look, because he knows. And he knows that she knows that’s exactly why he’s here. “I am going to an auction to look for artefacts that belonged to the Women in White,” she sighs, teeth almost gritted in defeat. He pauses and nods for a beat. “Me too. Let's go.”

Fics like you fill my head with pieces

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