❝To truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them. That's it. That's all.❞
°.✩┈┈∘*┈🌙┈*∘┈┈✩.°
Darling, you're the one I want
In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
Oh, you're the one...
『 ↳✧･ﾟ S5:E5: "We Got Us a Pippi Virgin." ↳ ❝𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.❞ 』
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"So Dickie hightails it to his office and e-mails me within seconds." Richard tells to the twins as they grab lunch at Yale.
"Dickie's the other you at your office, right?" Asks Rory.
The youngest Gilmore sakes her head with a smile, "Oh, impossible. There is only one Richard Gilmore."
"Lottie is absolutely right." He says with pride.
"You both know what I meant."
"Dickie and I share some duties. We lunch occasionally, socialise a bit." He grants, pulling at his chair to sit down across the girls, "But he would cut my throat in a heartbeat, as I would his."
"Ruthless. I love it."
Rory adds, "It's like Rikers Island, except everyone drives a Jag."
Richard laughs, delighted by his girls, "Well, Dickie made a mistake. He e-mailed me, thinking that I wouldn't read it for days, but I read it the minute he send it. He figured my weekend starts at lunch on Fridays, as so many others do— error followed by error."
"That man needs to reread his Sun Tzu."
"Anyway, that's why I am missing Friday night dinner. Dickie and I are going to be in the Chicago office."
"Well, send me a postcard." Says Rory.
"And a key chain, I love key chains."
"Of course. I'm travelling much less, but I don't miss it. 30 years ago, any chance I had to travel, I jumped at, but now..." He trails off staring at the twins, "I'm talking a lot, aren't I?"
Lottie shakes her head, "Oh, not at all."
"No." Rory adds, their grandfather gives them a look so she proceeds, "I mean, yes. But it's good."
"I don't want to be tiresome."
"Grandpa, you could never tire us. This is fun."
"Good. My valet isn't much of a conversationalist. He's the master of the monosyllable. Although he can shine a shoe with the best of them. So, been reading anything good lately?"
"I can't seem to stop rereading all Edgar Allan Poe related." She shrugs helplessly.
"And I'm very into P. G. Wodehouse right now. You?"
"Actually, I've had a personal triumph of late."
"Oh, yeah? What?"
"I've just finished the sixth and final volume of 'The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire'."
Oh, no. That's not good. Their eyes widen, "That is a triumph."
"I started it in 1968. So it took only— what?— 36 years to finish it. But by god, I finished it."
