Just a drabble for the ship mois fanfiction contest!
He jokes. She laughs.
He rants. She argues.
He denies it.
She denies it.
Wilson would tell toi they’re still little kids, fighting just to see who would win.
Cameron would tell toi they’re in love, and fighting’s just his way of montrer it.
He would tell toi l’amour doesn’t exist, just the need for another.
But isn’t that the definition of love? The need for another?
She would tell toi she may have had feelings for him once, but she’s not sure they exist anymore.
But is l’amour something that ever leaves?
She would tell toi she’s tired of...
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