Day 26: In Which Hiccup Jumps The Gun
Jack dropped his face on the table and tugged on his hair with both hands. "I'm losing my fucking mind, Third."
"Just put on a mask and go knock on her door, idiot."
He lifted his head just so he could glower at Hiccup's pixelated dumb face. "You know I can't do that. What if either of us is carrying the virus? We could put the other at risk."
Hiccup hummed. "Fair point."
Jack groaned, bumping his forehead against the table with every word he grumbled, "You. Are. Not. Helping!"
"Hey, it's not my fault you picked the middle of a goddamn pandemic to fall in love."
"Can you not say that in so many words?" Jack hissed. "I'm already miserable as it is."
"Aw, cheer up, Frosty!" Hiccup cooed. "On another note, should I put her name on the guest list?"
Jack jumped up, his arms gesturing widely at the camera. "Whoa, Hiccup. We haven't even been in the same room together, and you want me to bring her to your fucking wedding?"
"I mean, there's gonna be an open bar. And I can't keep my eyes on you the whole night."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "You're not serious."
"Just take your time, buddy. Who knows how long this whole quarantine is gonna last anyway."
He threw his arms in the air with a disgruntled cry. "I'm not asking her to be my plus one, dumbass!"
"Make sure to let me know beforehand so we can squeeze another seat at the table."
"You're not even listening to me!"
"You think she'd be okay with rooming with you?"
This is the end of the batch
