It's not perfect, but it's us

“Do we have enough for soup?” Eugene’s voice is worried, and he leaves the coffee grounds on the counter to walk over to their fridge. “Edward, do we need to get anything?”Babe's stomach hurts. “No, Genie, love, we don’t. We have everything. We have so much food, we just went to the store the other day, remember?”Babe loves him so much. Babe loves Eugene Roe so fucking much, and any smug joy he felt earlier is replaced with furious anger at Adolf Hitler for setting in motion the events that have reduced this smart, sweet, thoughtful man into complete mental disarray over the number of carrots they have at home.