Hoodiecrow: [1] (Summary in case the image is lost again: Gerard: I know you can't possibly believe that I went to the moon, and I understand if you want to leave me for claiming it. Eleanor: *beat* So how was the view?) The author herself says it Tastes Like Diabetes, but I rather like the "love conquers over justified disbelief" bit.
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