Nick’s hatred for how perceptive Hank is when it comes to ferreting out their bullshit is hilarious.

Oh dear. Murdering people in the woods, boys? Tsk.

OH MY GOD.

YOU BOTH LIKE BEING MARRIED TO EACH OTHER.

JUST FUCKING COMMUNICATE.

LIKE THAT’S THE ONLY PART OF MARRIAGE YOU HAVEN’T FIGURED OUT YET.

*THROWS UP HANDS*

And suddenly the farce becomes the truth. YAS.

Yeah, nice try hoping Hank wouldn’t notice, Nick. ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE COPS.

Nick sitting across the table from Monroe eating Cheerios.

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Monroe trying to recall the details of their accidental drunk wedding.

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Nick tossing Cheerios at his head.

( – ‿ -✿)’

Everything in my life made sense until I met him. Therefore, anything that doesn’t make sense is directly his fault.

Monroe to Rosalee about a certain Grimm, who is sitting across the breakfast table glaring at him.

Awwwww, Monroe is all sad that Nick doesn’t wanna stay married. 😦

We can’t get married. It’s illegal in the state of Oregon.

NOT ANYMORE IT ISN’T NICKY-BOY! 😀

(Seriously, reading that line it just hit me one more time that we are living in a world where two consenting adults can get married REGARDLESS OF THEIR GENDERS and it makes me so happy.)

The dialogue in this fic is gold.

Monroe: Exactly how hungover are you right now?
Nick: *moans piteously* Hide my gun.
Monroe: What do you remember from last night?
Nick: Drinking. I think I danced with Bud at one point? More drinking. Hiding the liquor from Roddy…mostly by drinking it.