#because they love each other
Serena Campbell and Berenice Wolfe have just tucked Guinevere Haynes into bed with a story and a non-blood-stained teddy bear (which Bernie went to pick out herself because “I can be trusted, Serena, honestly, I mean, the odds of seeing anyone getting squashed by a motorbike again are slim to none, especially outside of that godforsaken car park, but if it does happen then I will defer to your better judgement of never leaving me alone again and you can pick the next one, because I actually really like my jumpers”) and now they’re curled up on the sofa sharing a mulled wine because it’s winter and it’s basically warm sangria - something they’ve enjoyed sharing a glass of on their balcony and watching the world go by, occasionally making comments on life and just… Reconnecting - and looking at house listings, thinking not of the grand “we coulds” of life, but the simple, magical moments that make life grand
right now these freaks are doing this shit in your attic