Okay, so, my desk collapsed three times today, and OF COURSE of all the things to fall off and smash, it had to be a bottle of masking glue, and let me tell you that thing stinks.
When that was dealt with, my friend woke up and there was a lot of unawake texting and I started hyperfixating on a joint venture - all of this to say, I don't have the faculty to deal with my writing but you can have a look at the bits that are already there:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63019435/chapters/162232942
I dunno which chapter that is, help yourselves I guess I'm Undead.