#simply🤷‍♂️

[halorvic]

The danger is clear and present: COVID isn’t merely a respiratory illness; it’s a multi-dimensional threat impacting brain function, attacking almost all of the body’s organs, producing elevated risks of all kinds, and weakening our ability to fight off other diseases. Reinfections are thought to produce cumulative risks, and Long COVID is on the rise. Unfortunately, Long COVID is now being considered a long-term chronic illness — something many people will never fully recover from. Dr. Phillip Alvelda, a former program manager in DARPA’s Biological Technologies Office that pioneered the synthetic biology industry and the development of mRNA vaccine technology, is the founder of Medio Labs, a COVID diagnostic testing company. He has stepped forward as a strong critic of government COVID management, accusing health agencies of inadequacy and even deception. Alvelda is pushing for accountability and immediate action to tackle Long COVID and fend off future pandemics with stronger public health strategies. Contrary to public belief, he warns, COVID is not like the flu. New variants evolve much faster, making annual shots inadequate. He believes that if things continue as they are, with new COVID variants emerging and reinfections happening rapidly, the majority of Americans may eventually grapple with some form of Long COVID. Let’s repeat that: At the current rate of infection, most Americans may get Long COVID.

[...]

LP: A recent JAMA study found that US adults with Long COVID are more prone to depression and anxiety – and they’re struggling to afford treatment. Given the virus’s impact on the brain, I guess the link to mental health issues isn’t surprising. PA: There are all kinds of weird things going on that could be related to COVID’s cognitive effects. I’ll give you an example. We’ve noticed since the start of the pandemic that accidents are increasing. A report published by TRIP, a transportation research nonprofit, found that traffic fatalities in California increased by 22% from 2019 to 2022. They also found the likelihood of being killed in a traffic crash increased by 28% over that period. Other data, like studies from the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, came to similar conclusions, reporting that traffic fatalities hit a 16-year high across the country in 2021. The TRIP report also looked at traffic fatalities on a national level and found that traffic fatalities increased by 19%. LP: What role might COVID play? PA: Research points to the various ways COVID attacks the brain. Some people who have been infected have suffered motor control damage, and that could be a factor in car crashes. News is beginning to emerge about other ways COVID impacts driving. For example, in Ireland, a driver’s COVID-related brain fog was linked to a crash that killed an elderly couple. Damage from COVID could be affecting people who are flying our planes, too. We’ve had pilots that had to quit because they couldn’t control the airplanes anymore. We know that medical events among U.S. military pilots were shown to have risen over 1,700% from 2019 to 2022, which the Pentagon attributes to the virus.

[...]

LP: You’ve criticized the track record of the CDC and the WHO – particularly their stubborn denial that COVID is airborne. PA: They knew the dangers of airborne transmission but refused to admit it for too long. They were warned repeatedly by scientists who studied aerosols. They instituted protections for themselves and for their kids against airborne transmission, but they didn’t tell the rest of us to do that.

[...]

LP: How would you grade Biden on how he’s handled the pandemic? PA: I’d give him an F. In some ways, he fails worse than Trump because more people have actually died from COVID on his watch than on Trump’s, though blame has to be shared with Republican governors and legislators who picked ideological fights opposing things like responsible masking, testing, vaccination, and ventilation improvements for partisan reasons. Biden’s administration has continued to promote the false idea that the vaccine is all that is needed, perpetuating the notion that the pandemic is over and you don’t need to do anything about it. Biden stopped the funding for surveillance and he stopped the funding for renewing vaccine advancement research. Trump allowed 400,000 people to die unnecessarily. The Biden administration policies have allowed more than 800,000 to 900,000 and counting.

[...]

LP: The situation with bird flu is certainly getting more concerning with the CDC confirming that a third person in the U.S. has tested positive after being exposed to infected cows. PA: Unfortunately, we’re repeating many of the same mistakes because we now know that the bird flu has made the jump to several species. The most important one now, of course, is the dairy cows. The dairy farmers have been refusing to let the government come in and inspect and test the cows. A team from Ohio State tested milk from a supermarket and found that 50% of the milk they tested was positive for bird flu viral particles.

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PA: There’s a serious risk now in allowing the virus to freely evolve within the cow population. Each cow acts as a breeding ground for countless genetic mutations, potentially leading to strains capable of jumping to other species. If any of those countless genetic experiments within each cow prove successful in developing a strain transmissible to humans, we could face another pandemic – only this one could have a 58% death rate. Did you see the movie “Contagion?” It was remarkably accurate in its apocalyptic nature. And that virus only had a 20% death rate. If the bird flu makes the jump to human-to-human transition with even half of its current lethality, that would be disastrous.

[ectonurites]

miwip wednesday ft a lil doodle hehe...

[text under the cut in case the images are hard to read]

So here he is, still awake and blatantly staring. Watching the rhythmic rise and fall of Will’s chest—one of Mike’s shirts on him since none of his own clothes are in Hawkins anymore. 

Mike has spent a lot of time staring at Will in his life, and once it finally clicked why he liked doing it so much, he’d become hyperaware. Constantly catching himself, trying to look less when other people were around, to go unnoticed, to be subtle. To figure out what amount of staring was normal between friends—sometimes it feels like everybody else already knows things like that, and he just missed the memo. 

Will lets out a soft sigh as he shifts again. His head falls to the side, angled towards Mike, and the hand that had been resting on his stomach now lays by the side of his face. He’s got a better view of Will now for sure, and Mike wishes he didn’t feel like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to. 

Because even in the low light, even with his eyes closed and his hair all messed up from twisting around in his sleep, Will is beautiful. 

His fingers twitch ever so slightly, a blink-and-you’d-miss-it sort of thing, but Mike’s gaze is drawn to the movement. He doesn’t understand anything anymore, he doesn’t understand Will anymore after the last few days. But god, he wants to. He wants so much. 

Most of all, at this moment at least, he wants to hold Will’s hand—like when they were little kids and that was something he was allowed to do. 

[greelin]

the thing is i would absolutely love if a vampire deboned me like a chicken wing but i don’t ALWAYS want that. it is not always about being torn apart like wrapping paper. time and place. maybe i want tenderness and to have my head cradled sometimes. sorry that makes you so upset. i contain multitudes.

[blighted-lights]

do you ship ravage and drift? you draw them a lot and they're always so touchy lol

nah. they're really touchy amicas, tho. probably because im always touchy with my friends and it just kinda rubs off on my art. ravage is my Me character so i do end up giving him traits i have. one of those is being touchy with people he cares about 🤷‍♂️. he's especially touchy with drift as when they were grouped together in the dead end (which is where they met in my brain), ravage spent a lot of hours curled up in drift's car alt with laserbeak and buzzsaw for shelter. that touchy aspect never really left their dynamic.

and besides,

drift/deadlock's candle has always been lit for someone else.

(plus an extra doodle of them)

[bobzora]

honestly i think my biggest persona 5 hot take is that i actually don’t mind the morgana argument arc

[haleths]

so for a while now i've been fairly convinced that i'm some form of neurodivergent, possibly autistic (+ some ADHD behaviours on the side but they don't feel as prominent.... i think)

to anyone who's been through this process themselves/knows someone who has - is it worth trying to get a diagnosis???

don't worry i know throwing this out to the internet at large probably isn't advisable wsdhdjxjc i just want to get a general sense check!

[qroier]

la llorona if she slayed

DSKHDSKBFSLBDKS

brilliant

10/10

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[themanwhowouldbefruit]

they de fagged jensen ackles for this one. sad!!!!!!!!!!!!

[corallapis]

you don't need to post this publicly or respond ; but i wanted to tell you that your gifs are super pretty!! and the big blogs will reblog them so they can circulate more and you'll get more notes if you just speed them up. some of them are really slow, but aim for 0.05 or thereabouts and they should be super smooth! it would just be great to see your gifs blowing up even more! :]]

thank you but don't even worry abt it anon.

[hangmansobsession]

I have the worst case of brain rot ahead if Blood & Guts, so... here you go.

Pairing: Swerve x Hangman.

Word count: 2386

Rating: M (to be on the safe side lol.)

Warning: Language, Violence, Blood.

Excerpt:

Alright, so he lost the Owen. Cool, cool. It’s not like he’s spent the last few months thinking about how he would get his perfect revenge against him. No, never, Adam doesn’t think about him. Not at all. But maybe he had gone through an infinite amount of scenarios in his head, trying to figure out how he would finally right a wrong. He figured, why not shoot for the stars and get his revenge at the biggest show of the year…? But obviously, that won’t be happening. That’s cool.

Somewhere along the lines, Adam also realized that, yeah, it’s about time he got some better fucking friends or at the very least get rid of the shitty ones he already had. He was going to prove himself, right a wrong, and free himself of The Elite’s messy bullshit once and for all.

Fuck him and everything he stands for, though, because that's yet another thing that won't be happening any time soon.

Alright, so he lost the Owen. Cool, cool. It’s not like he’s spent the last few months thinking about how he would get his perfect revenge against him. No, never, Adam doesn’t think about him. Not at all. But maybe he had gone through an infinite amount of scenarios in his head, trying to figure out how he would finally right a wrong. He figured, why not shoot for the stars and get his revenge at the biggest show of the year…? But obviously, that won’t be happening. That’s cool.

Somewhere along the lines, Adam also realized that, yeah, it’s about time he got some better fucking friends or at the very least get rid of the shitty ones he already had. He was going to prove himself, right a wrong, and free himself of The Elite’s messy bullshit once and for all.

Fuck him and everything he stands for, though, because that's yet another thing that won't be happening any time soon. It feels like nothing’s been going Adam’s way for about a year now, maybe longer. He keeps trying to get back up, he keeps trying to reignite his passion and get his life finally back on the right track, but some invisible force keeps knocking him on his ass over and over again.

He said it was destiny, but Adam thinks he’s full of shit.

Right, anyways, Blood & Guts. He’s going to stay with The Elite for one more match and maybe after that he can convince those asshole EVPs to allow him to be added to the Swerve vs Danielson match at Wembley. Tony Khan and Christopher Daniels might be a pain in the ass, say some bullshit like: ‘You can’t just add Hangman to the match like that.’ But Hangman thinks he can weasel his way into the match. Maybe they could claim that Jarrett isn’t an official ref and throw his decision out, then Adam and Danielson can have a rematch and yada yada yada. Honestly. Danielson can keep the trophy and be considered the official winner of the Owen, Adam just needs to go to Wembley and right his wrong, then at the very least he can make sure Swerve is stripped of the one thing he cares about most in this world and ends up miserable and bitter about it.

Maybe he should just take Danielson out one day. Maybe he should wait until he’s all alone and then beat him until he can’t walk somewhere backstage. It’s not the way he usually does things, but he doesn’t care anymore. He only has one thing on his mind.

Right, right, right. He has to focus on Blood & Guts first. God, how he dreads the idea of having to team up with the Elite, especially now that Okada and Jack Perry are part of it. Has there not been enough toxic, manipulative, and petty assholes in the Elite (past and present) already? Whatever, it's just one more night, and he doesn’t even really have to tag with them per se, he can just focus on Swerve. It’ll be fine.

Like always, Adam has a game plan, a strict game plan that he needs to adhere to or else he'll snap (again). He tells his teammates that Swerve is off limits, that he’s his and that no one else is allowed to lay a hand on him because this might not be Wembley and there might not be a belt on the line, but even just a fraction of revenge is good enough at this point.

…right?

_______

The other four are chattering amongst themselves, whilst Adam's eyes stay glued on the titantron, watching as each of their opponents come out. He doesn't care about Mark or Darby, Bowens and Caster are a little annoying but, whatever, he couldn't give two shits about their little attempts to rile him and the others up. Last but not least is the champion himself, who comes out languidly like he usually does. Adam hasn't seen him in person since… well, since last week, to be honest. But that didn't count, they just stared at each other for a fleeting moment. It was less than three seconds. Adam had still felt his heart flutter.

God, he's fucked up in the head. How does one allow themselves to be so consumed by someone else like this? At first, he was furious at Swerve and rightfully so, but now… he feels like he's just making excuses. He's full of excuses. He needs to right a wrong, that's a good excuse, it makes sense. He spent months thinking of it.

But not thinking of Swerve. He's done with Swerve, Swerve doesn't deserve a second of his time, he just wants to.

He just wants to…

The bell rings, and suddenly no one else around him matters but Swerve. Adam's body instantly goes into autopilot, and it all happens so fast: one minute they're standing face to face, the next they're on the ground with Swerve punching his face. It hurts, but he doesn't care. He switches their position, gives Swerve a few punches of his own. Back and forth, back and forth. God, Adam doesn't think he's ever had an opponent make him feel more alive.

He hates this. Hates them. Hates him. He loves it all, finally there's someone who isn't just using him, finally there's someone who is as obsessive and stubborn as he is. Finally he feels whole, he wonders if this is what it's like to have a wrestling soulmate as one might say, to have someone who matches you so perfectly. Someone you're bound to do this with forever.

Forever? Oh, God, just the idea gives Adam goosebumps. It's fucked up, it's so fucked up but… he…

No, no, He just wants to right a wrong. Not only has Swerve done some fucked up things to him, but he's also never apologized either. Not that Adam would forgive him if he apologized….would he? No, he wouldn't. He has to focus, he has to right a wrong. He has to get revenge and make Swerve feel some of the hurt and anger and bitterness that Hangman has felt for…God, who even knows how long now? Swerve ruined him and everyone loved him for it, Adam has to get revenge. He just needs a lick of revenge, and then he'll be done with Swerve for good.

The match progresses, but Adam can't even begin to comprehend the time that's gone by or what he's even doing anymore. His heart is pounding, and he can hear bits and pieces of what the crowd is cheering here and there. The occasional 'You sick fuck' or 'Holy shit.' But nothing more than that. He feels something gushing down his face, blood? Is he bleeding? Is Swerve bleeding…when did that happen? He doesn't care, he just wants to hurt Swerve, and Swerve seems to want to do the same thing to Adam. Even after all these months, he’s still just as obsessed with Adam as Adam is –

Someone, who is definitely not Swerve, hits him with a chair - he only knows because there's the brief sound of metal hitting skin and then pain radiating across his back. Fucker. He thinks it was one of the acclaimed. He doesn't have time for their bullshit, he can't let Swerve out of his sights, can't let him get the upper hand again.

Adam turns to go deal with one of the acclaimed, but it turns into a fight with both of them. Of course, it does. God, can they fuck off already? Adam realizes he's technically their opponent too, but he doesn't want to deal with them. Not when Swerve is literally in the ring with them. Adam can't let him get off easily. The next time he turns around, he notices Matt, Nick, and Okada have Swerve cornered and handcuffed, and they're taking turns beating the shit out of him. Adam shouldn't care. Hell, he should be a little relieved and happy to see someone he hates so much getting pummeled. Yet he feels strangely…

Annoyed.

He asked them not to do one thing, one fucking thing. It's not like it was an unreasonable request either, all they had to do was stay away from Swerve, that's all. Yet they couldn't even do that. Once they notice him glaring at them, Matt and Nick smile at him, offering Swerve up to him like he's a trophy and telling him to take advantage of the situation. Hangman hates Swerve more than anything, right? Well, here he is, bloodied and at his mercy, and the Young Bucks want Adam to help finish him off.

It would be so easy…

He could literally do anything his heart desires to Swerve…

He could finish him, he could right that damn wrong. He could be at peace.

But…But…God damn it.

Hangman's feet move on their own and carry him forward, he isn't thinking logically, but he never does when Sweve is around. He should… he should be grabbing any weapon available and beating the shit out of his nemesis, the one who turned his life upside down. Instead…he attacks Okada first, then gets into an argument with Matt and Nick. Matt screams at him, asks him, "What the hell are you doing, Hanger?!" Adam…doesn't know. All he knows is that he's annoyed, and when he’s annoyed and irritated he can’t think straight, and so he goes after Matt next. He isn’t sure who he hates more in this situation, ironically, the two people closest to him in the ring, or his enemy. From the corner of his eye, he can see an exhausted Swerve go after Nick and his hazy mind wonders one thing: What the fuck is he doing right now?.

Did he just save Swerve and are they working together now? No, that's not what's going on. Something like that isn't even possible. Adam's just so fed up with Matt and Nick's shit and he… he just wanted his teammates to do one thing. One fucking thing! If they could have just kept their hands off Swerve, none of this would have happened. Damn it all, he wants to pull his hair out.

Nick and Matt go down within a few moments and Hangman and Swerve are once again left face to face, there’s a brief staredown before everything becomes a blur again. He stupidly gets Swerve out of his restraints, maybe it’s because he still has a little bit of good in his heart. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want this to be quick and easy. Maybe he’s just fucking stupid. Either way, Swerve is free now thanks to him.

It's just him and Swerve doing their endless dance, there's brief moments of pain, both giving and receiving and a lot of yelling, and even some spitting involved. Adam wanted to let Swerve know how disgusting he thinks he is, so he spat on him. It pissed Swerve off, though, but that just makes things so much better.

It seems like Swerve has a counter for his every move. Adam hates it. He hates how this dumbass was able to figure him out so quickly, able to get into his head and fuck him up. How Swerve practically brags about how he's gotten into Adam's head and changed him.

God, it's maddening. He's going to change things, no more letting Swerve get inside his head. No more losing or draws. Blood & Guts is going to mark the beginning of the end for their story. He's going to right a wrong, and this is the first step of his new plan.

He's no submission specialist, but that doesn't matter. Adam pulls off his own belt, something he’s been doing quite a lot recently in his matches, and plans on using it on Swerve. Somehow, It backfires. (Is this destiny? Is this fate?) Adam doesn’t know how everything goes so horribly wrong whenever he tries to fight Swerve. Swerve somehow gets Adam’s belt and within seconds Adam feels tough leather against his throat as Swerve pulls back - it's reminiscent of Full Gear. He doesn't want to tap, not again. He looks around to the best of his ability, bodies are scattered everywhere, and his so-called teammates are on the ground, bloodied and useless. Surprising.

He would rather black out than surrender, not again. He won't do it. He can fight through this. He won’t let Swerve get another victory over him, it would crush him, especially since somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d know it would partly be his fault for his lost. If he would have just jumped Swerve with the Bucks and Okada…If he weren’t so stupid and selfish and obsessed with doing what he thinks is right….His vision quickly fills with spots before becoming black completely, and the next thing he knows is the bell is ringing and the all too familiar sound of Swerve's theme is playing.

Whose team won? Swerve's team won.

Backstage, their shared locker room is filled with chaos and arguing. Jack Perry might be called the Scapegoat, but Adam Page is the one taking the blame for their loss tonight. Whatever, no one could ever hate him as much as he hates himself. He's tired of the Elite, tired of losing whenever Swerve is within five feet of him, too. Everyone accuses him of throwing the match, of secretly siding with Swerve. Why would he ever be on Swerve's side? He just… he didn't want anyone else to be the one to hurt Swerve, to pin him. Adam just wanted to do what he thought was right and leave no doubt in his or anyone else’s heads. Fuck this. Fuck all of this. He shoves his way out of the room, not wanting to hear any more bullshit.

"Oh, that's right. Run away like you always do, Hanger." Matt yells at him as he leaves, "Go on, go run right to Swerve. You two are apparently buddies now, right?" He continues to shout angrily at Adam, but Adam is through wasting his time on Matt and Nick no matter how much he wants to snap both of them in half, and he means it.

"Yeah, go on, get out of here!"

Whatever.

[killadelphias]

😂

[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES [THE FROST — MITSKI]

this movie's had my brain in a vice grip all week

[butch-himbo-king]

literally nothing better in life than being a lesbian boytoy this is not up for debate

[br1ghtestlight]

AND THEN that led to other problems bcuz i hated my friend group so much and my teachers were so mean to me and my home life was so shitty and abusive that when I met like the first people ever who were actually nice to me and who i got along with organically (online friend group) i wanted to always spend time w/ them because it was better than my irl friends and my failing grades etc which ended up with me like..... dropping out of school to talk to them more

(not the only reason or even the Biggest reason i dropped out of school my life had like 50 different problems that caused that + I was very mentally and physically sick. but it def had an impact)

maybe if i had a single person irl who i could trust or who i enjoyed being around my life would have gone in a different direction!!!!

[platinummice]

Only thing stopping me from hitting on my friend relentlessly is the fact that he is straight.

[daughterofhecata]

Wie wärs mit Peter/Cotta? :D Vielleicht die 17 und/oder 23? 👀🥰

[morning after prompts]

Für die beiden schreibe ich doch immer gerne! (Auch wenns diesmal etwas gedauert hat...) Hoffe, es gefällt dir!

17. "I get that accidents happen... but was this really an accident?" / 23. "I'm up for morning sex if you are." + Peter/Cotta

Die Erinnerung an die Nacht kehrte zurück, noch ehe Peter die Augen ganz geöffnet hatte.

Der Einsatz kurz vor Schichtende, die Leiche in der Wohnung. Cotta, der eine Viertelstunde später zeitgleich mit dem Arzt aufgetaucht war, weil er dummerweise noch im Präsidium gewesen war und der Bereitschaftsdienst genau genommen erst kurz darauf zuständig war. Das sich ewig hinziehende Hin und Her mit dem Arzt und dem Bestatter. Schließlich der Abtransport der Leiche, der Einsatzbericht, der noch geschrieben werden musste.

Der Platten an Peters Fahrrad.

Cotta, der ebenfalls gerade mit dem vorläufigen Bericht fertig geworden war, ihm angeboten hatte, ihn ein Stück mitzunehmen, weil der Fußweg von Cottas Haus aus kürzer war als vom Revier aus. Cottas Angebot, ob Peter noch ein Bier wollte.

Der Moment, als sie viel zu dicht voreinander in der großzügig bemessenen Küche gestanden hatten.

Dann, endlich, Cottas Lippen auf seinen, seine Hände unter Cottas Hemd. Stolpern ins Obergeschoss.

Und hinterher war er offenbar einfach in Cottas Bett eingeschlafen.

Die Erkenntnis störte ihn nicht wirklich, denn auch wenn er sich vielleicht ein wenig seltsam dabei fühlen würde, er war sich sicher, dass Cotta mit der Situation ungefähr so souverän umgehen würde, wie er es mit jeder tat (die nicht damit zu tun hatte, dass sich drei Jugendliche, die nicht näher benannt werden sollen, unnötig in Lebensgefahr gebracht hatten).

Blinzelnd öffnete Peter die Augen, gähnte und streckte sich ein bisschen.

Bemerkte dann, dass Cotta ihn bereits beobachtete, ein Lächeln um seine Mundwinkel spielte.

„Guten Morgen“, sagte Peter.

„Ich weiß ja, das Unfälle passieren“, erklärte Cotta, anstatt den Gruß zu erwidern. „Aber ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob das hier ein Unfall war.“

Peter grinste. „Nee, ich glaub eher nicht“, stimmte er zu. „Ich glaub, wir haben schon ne Weile darauf zugesteuert.“

Und es stimmte – er hatte schon länger etwas für Cotta übrig, doch in letzter Zeit hatte er das immer deutlichere Gefühl bekommen, dass sein Interesse erwidert wurde. Blickkontakte und beiläufige Berührungen, die nur einen Hauch zu lange dauerten, die Spannung zwischen ihnen war stetig gestiegen.

Es war Peter inzwischen fast egal gewesen, ob die anderen Kollegen etwas mitbekamen. Bisher hatte ihn noch niemand darauf angesprochen – er fragte sich, ob sich das ändern würde, nachdem er gestern für alle sichtbar mit Cotta ins Auto gestiegen war.

„Das haben wir wohl“, riss ihn Cottas schmunzelnde Zustimmung aus seiner Überlegung. „Und was machen wir jetzt damit?“, fügte Cotta einen Moment später ernster an.

Offensichtlich wollte er erstmal Peters Meinung hören, bevor er sich selbst äußerte. Aber Peter hatte sowieso schon einen guten Verdacht, in welche Richtung Cotta tendieren würde. Schon von mehreren Kollegen hatte er gehört, dass Cotta keine Beziehungen einging, Dates grundsätzlich aus dem Weg ging und bisher jeden Versuch, ihn zu verkuppeln, im Keim erstickt hatte.

War ihm recht, er hatte das deutliche Gefühl, dass sowas zwischen ihnen auch nicht funktionieren würde, dafür war der Altersunterschied vielleicht doch zu groß.

Allzu intensiv wollte er jetzt allerdings auch nicht darüber nachdenken, in welchem Rahmen genau das zwischen ihnen laufen sollte, wenn da noch weiter was laufen sollte.

Also sprach er das Erstbeste aus, das ihm in den Sinn kam. „Keine Ahnung. Aber ich wäre für Sex am Morgen zu haben, wenn du es bist.“

Eine Sekunde lang starrte Cotta ihn nur an, überrascht. Dann lachte er.

„Ich denke, ich könnte mich überreden lassen.“