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Drabble + Picspam for the Pilot episode, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip
Matt
The dull roar in his ears ebbed and hummed, punctuated by a clatter of silverware, a clash of platters. He stared at the woman across the table, concentrating on her lips, until her features seemed to distort into a rubbery wobble. Shook himself, hopefully imperceptibly, to focus on making a response.
Okay, done. Suddenly Danny is hurtling toward him. Lurch up to meet him, grabbed in a bear hug, feeling the surge of emotion. All he wants is to blubber out his pain. This is the answer--him and Danny. No crazy Christian ex-girlfriend, banquet table fodder, brought up at every damn seating at every damn charity event and awards show...
