Polo takes a sharp breath.
“Go ahead,” he whispers as the glass digs in a little deeper.
She hiccups again, the make-shift weapon still in her battered hand.
Polo sighs wearily, as though he’s now truly had enough of this conversation. Of this life, maybe. Almost tenderly, his hand falls near her collarbone in defeat and his thumb brushes up against the delicate skin there.
“Come on. Kill me.”
A different take on Lu & Polo's bathroom confrontation in 3 x 08.
UPDATED!!! (03. FEBRUARY 2019)
“Oh, Forsythe, I do apologise,” Mary says and she does look the part. “I know I ought to have consulted you…”
Jughead sighs, running a hand over his face.
“What’s done is done.”
“Will you please be nice to her, that’s all I ask.”
“I will try my very best,” he mumbles, still distraught. “But only for your sake, dear Auntie. I cannot ever forget how much you helped me after my father’s death.”
Jughead pauses, bracing himself for the worst.
“When is she arriving?”
“Oh, Veronica arrived yesterday morning. I believe she is currently in the parlour with the others.”
“It seems to me like you’re really attempting to recreate our argument from a fortnight ago,” he eventually muses.
Veronica raises her hands in protest, her initial reserve creeping back to her eyes.
“I’m just making conversation.”
Jughead runs a hand over his face.
“We don’t do conversations, Lodge.”
“Really?” She half-winks at him whilst lowering her voice. “I wasn’t aware that was part of our secret relationship protocol.”
Jughead’s hand almost slams down on the keys of his keyboard as he looks at her incredulously.
After the events of the Eid Mubarak party, Chris and Eva decided to continue being friends but fell out of touch with each other pretty quickly nonetheless. When they meet again at a Scottish music festival five years later, both of them still have some explaining to do.
Chris and Eva have been avoiding each other but unexpectedly cross paths at William’s going away party.