Thinking about history makes me wonder how I'll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too.
History, huh ? Bet we could make some.
An hour later, there are several cartons of Chinese food and a powerpoint cued up. The first slide says : SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION WITH FOREIGN MONARCHS: A GRAY AREA.
Alex wonders if it's too late to swan dive off the roof.
The next slide is titled : EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND ?
She apologizes for not having time to come up with better titles. Alex actively wishes for the sweet release of death.
The one after is : FEDERAL FUNDING, TRAVEL EXPENSES, BOOTY CALLS AND YOU.
"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realize. You're...my friend"
"No, I'm not."
"Zahra, you're my mean friend."
"I am your mother. I was your mother before I was ever the president, and I'll be your mother long after, to the day they put me in the ground and beyond the earth. You are my child. So, if you're serious about this, I'll back your play"
"You do realize you're talking to a United States senator," he says placidly.
"Yeah, big fucking man," Alex says.
"And there's nothing wrong with you," Alex tells him. "I mean, aside from the fact you're occasionally an obtuse fucking asshole."
He wants to match the new freckles accros Henry's nose to the stars above them and make him name the constellations.
Henry! Your Royal fucking Highness!
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