I don’t think about a bright moon


She walks over to where he and Mole have been going over the supply lists and grabs hold of Alec’s sleeve, yanking him towards the door. “We need to talk. Alone. Now.”

The Hubbert Curve (And all the robins bring remix)


In Max’s world, emotional distance is a finite resource.

Moving Right Along.


At first, Max just gaped. Alec couldn’t have just said what she thought he said.