( he never thought he'd say there are too many goddamn channels, but there are honestly too many. goddamn. channels. at the moment, he's somewhere in the telemundo lineup when the pointy end of rafe's makeshift projectile pokes him right in the head. he tears his attention away from whatever telenovela he happened to stop on to glance in the direction of what he now sees is a paper airplane made out of rafe's stupid photo of sam's sticky notes. )
Really? ( he picks up the airplane and tosses it back in rafe's direction. ) Thought you'd do better than that.
( to be honest, he was sort of expecting something much more extravagantly petty, so this almost feels like a win. )
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Really? ( he picks up the airplane and tosses it back in rafe's direction. ) Thought you'd do better than that.
( to be honest, he was sort of expecting something much more extravagantly petty, so this almost feels like a win. )