going insane about mercy and augustine hours are 24/7 btw. they’re soulmates they fucking hate each other they’re married they’re messily divorced they get drunk and make out at parties he blames her dead best friend for his brother’s death they havent spoken in twenty years and date night is wednesday. they’re shockingly effective co-conspirators who cannot be left in rooms alone together. they’re ten thousand years old and they argue like children. no one can hurt either of them like the other can and they planned to literally throw themselves into the sun together. she gets incandescently angry at the mere mention of his name and he thinks his bones would be peaceful next to her bones. they’ve been trying to claw each other’s eyes out for literally longer than their universe’s recorded history, but then he died barely twenty minutes after she did, and the only surprise was that it took him so long. they are arguably the closest thing this series has to a heterosexual couple.
just. jesus christ. literally no one is doing it like them. because why would they, ever.