pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/26108182] - - public:opalsong
“Shut the door,” says Draisaitl. “’Course you’re bossy like this,” Matthew mutters. But he shuts the door and, after a minute of hesitation, flicks the latch shut too. “McDavid gave me the talk, you know why I’m here, so if you want me to go—”
