For Reasons Wretched and Divine

Lord, she found me just in time

0o0 Happy New year my dudes!!
I just quit my job so, let's hope I can update more. The key word is hope, I can guarantee nothing in this life.

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Now that Happy knew that there was something to look for, he couldn't understand how everyone else failed to see that Chibs and Juice were together.

After being caught by Happy, the two were treading lightly and hopefully no longer using the dorm for their... extracurricular activities, but Happy no longer entered rooms without knocking and waiting for a response.

Up until he had experienced it himself, Happy had always thought that proclamations of romantic love were supposed to be grand and cheesy, endless flowers and cringy pet names, but now that someone was living in his heart, he was able to identify little moments that everyone else missed. Their fingers brushing, lingering eye contact, the way each other's names seemed to live in their mouths, how they were always sitting and talking to each other and left the clubhouse within minutes of the other.

And after watching Chibs reach for something Juice couldn't yet pick up because of his ever-healing gunshot wound, an action done without hesitation or consideration, Happy felt so lonely it made him itchy. It wasn't the deep, aching loneliness that carved out a hollow spot in your chest with a rusty spoon; it was sharper and more restless.

It took eighteen long seconds for Happy to recognize the emotion as missing someone. He hadn't ever missed someone, sure he grieved when he lost friends and family, but he saw the people he cared about with enough regularity that the emotion was overlooked.

But he missed Sunshine, and he hadn't seen her in about twenty hours.

It was a long shot calling her on the weekend during the hours the diner was open, but he dialed anyway. He learned his lesson when he was kidnapped and had her saved in his phone without a name, just a string of numbers he had memorized.

"Hey, Happy," she greeted.

"Hi," he tucked himself away in a hallway in an attempt to make the conversation private, but it was only a matter of time before Tigger sniffed out the sound of her voice.

"I had a dream about you last night," she started, needing no further prompting than his moment of silence. The ratio of contacting each other was about 60/40, and it was rounding the bend to becoming an equal thing; Sunshine was still needed to carry the conversation. Happy was glad to sit and listen to her breathe, but he could listen to talk about anything for literal hours.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you were an organic turnip farmer,"

Huffing out a laugh, Happy shook his head. Had he hoped for something more... risqué? Kind of, but he was far from disappointed.

"You wore the straw hat and overalls; you had the big red barn and forty acres, the works."

Happy smiled dumbly down at the nasty floor, digging the steel toe of his boot into the trim at the bottom of the wall.

"You wanna start a turnip farm with me, Hap?" she teased.

"Yes."

She laughed into the phone, and if Happy didn't have a Ph.D. in the field of 'Sunshine,' he wouldn't have heard the tight undertone to the noise, the strained cord wrapping around the sound he loved so much.

"Everything alright?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just having a day is all. Barometric pressure and all that," she excused, and Happy could all but see the hand she was waving to pacify.