Luke stares pensively down into the mug. Lorelai lifts the cup a few inches off the counter and moves it in small circles; the dark liquid swirls. It is a little mesmerizing. That's not really a surprise. Making stuff inconveniently mesmerizing: kind of Lorelai's thing. Always has been.

This makes me SO FUCKING HAPPY.

I mean...I don't even READ L/L fic. I ship them, but only because they are canon in the same way that the sky is blue, Poptarts are yummy and my cat is overweight. They are a FACT. But this just makes me :D :D :D a lot.