Fics like The Canopy and Her Roots

"I was friends with his son, remember?" Langdon placed a hand on the back of his neck, hanging it there with a sigh. "His dad, Rob, Robert, liked to do um, private tutoring." Trinity picked up on the intention behind that phrase in a second, a fiberglass splinter dug into her palm that nothing would get out. All he was doing was pressing on the remnants, not even a dot to show for it but a bruised memory all the same. She felt like she'd been dried out in the sun, and he was only half looking at her, brows sewn together with sinew thread and nerve endings, voice paper rough. "He, he uh.. fuck, you'd think after enough time it would get easier to say, huh?" I get what you've gone through to get here. ======== Being stuck in an elevator already sucked, Trinity had decided. Throw in Langdon, his inability to just stay still, and her incessant need to know how other people perceive her, and you end up getting much, much more than you bargained for. Or; Santos and Langdon get stuck in an elevator, and find out they're much more alike than either of them would've liked in experiences with predatory sports coaches.

Fics like The Canopy and Her Roots

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