if he could die, he would die for 𝘉𝘜𝘉𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘜𝘔 𝘉𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏..

her smile starts small, but soon grows to cover her pale face. “can’t keep a good girl down, wadey, thought you knew that by now.”

ah, stop that, he’s gonna make her all mushy or whatever.

yeah? she thinks she can tell. “ah, ya know — here, there. had to go away for a little bit, coppos got a little too hot on the old harlz.” shrug. “where’ve you been?”

those ... all sound like solid options. opens her arms?

oh, well, she’s never been kissed upside down before, and harley’s been kissed in a /lot/ of positions. he really missed her, didn’t he? she’s waiting for those hugs.

ol’ joker can wait. maybe they just see a movie? sneak egregious amounts of snacks in? “suppose you haven’t had anyone to keep you busy, have you?”

he said chimichangas, like, three times. “hm. well, it’s good to know somebody missed me. the rest of the gang’s nowhere to be found, unfortunately.”

when ya think about it, wade’s kind of the perfect person to be quarantined with. he can’t get sick, he’ll give you attention whenever you want it, and, well, y’know. the other thing.

if it wasn’t already obvious, he really 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 likes her.

she’s noticed.

“and i think,” scooting up closer, “maybe that’s good enough. social distancing and whatnot.” shrugging. is there ... anything else he really likes?

she needs a back rub. and a martini.

“jus’ you and me. we can, hm,” a pause, “i’m not sure what we can do. but i’m sure we’ll find something.” puts ... a single leg over his lap. just to test the waters.

crawls into bed with ً.

eyebrow raise.

always, wadey.

harley’s almost taken aback from the force of it, and if she hadn’t grabbed his belt loops to anchor herself, she might’ve actually fallen over. but she hadn’t, she doesn’t, instead she meets him with equal force.

flyer than a fuckin’ ostrich.