Clem-fandang0 - MooX

Look at his face. Benoit Blanc said to Helen that the killer would know she wasn't Andi, but LOOK AT HIS FACE. Miles "Vainglorious Buffoon" Bron is a bigger idiot than Blanc proclaimed. This is the face of a man realizing for the first time who Helen is. Birdie was quicker to connect the dots than Miles. We can't know if Miles sent the puzzle box to Andi so he could pretend he didn't know she was dead or because he legit forgot to tell his puzzle guy to remove Andi from his friend list, but this is the face of a man who had no idea Andi had a twin sister. This man shit himself when he saw "Andi" getting off that boat because HOLY FUCKING SHIT ON A STICK SHE'S ALIVE AND SHE KNOWS I TRIED TO KILL HER FUCK FUCK FUCK THINK MILES THINK. Duke showed him the news article about Andi's death, so you'd think that's when Miles would remember Andi had a twin sister, but noooooo, this flabbergasted face tells me that despite the articles he still thought that Andi was alive and on his island. When "Andi" shows up with the envelope and blood on her blouse this dude must have almost had a heart attack because FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHY WONT THIS WOMAN FUCKING DIE. It isn't until Benoit Blanc says that Andi had a twin sister that the lightbulb lights up and Miles' face goes from surprise to giving Helen the stink eye and then pure rage and hatred.

I've watched this movie 4 times and each time this man gets dumber and dumber.

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Patrick Jane x reader - know you well

Hiii, I was thinking a Patrick Jane x reader where reader isn't taking care of themselves and Jane is the first to notice so he confronts them (what are ur thoughts??) - @fucklife-or-me 💜

It started off small, you forgetting to eat, or bringing food to your desk and leaving it there for hours before you went and binned it.

Then came the yawning, and the nearly falling asleep at your desk, and that’s when Jane finally decided to confront you.

As you walked into the office, coffee in hand, he blocked you from reaching your desk. The others looked up but they never really though twice about it.

“Can we talk?” He whispered.

Blinking, you slowly nodded your head and let him drag you a way to a quiet hallway.

“How much did you sleep?” He asked.

“What?”

You were confused, but you weren’t surprised, he always asked weird questions. You were just confused as to why he was curious about your sleeping habits.

“How much did you sleep last night?” He asked again.

You gave a small shrug and a smile as you sipped your coffee.

“I slept fine Jane, thanks for the concern?”

You went to walk away but he quickly grabbed your arm, gently tugging your back over.

Standing you in front of him, he gently let you go and took the coffee from your hands.

Setting on the floor by his feet, he reached out again and took your hand in his, gently holding it out, then he let go.

Your hand was shaking wildly.

“How many coffees have you asked?” He whispered.

“Only a few…” you softly replied.

He sighed, looking around as he took a step closer, lowering your hand by your side.

“And the last time you ate?” He asked.

You gave a small shrug.

“I… I don’t know…”

Jane nodded his head, and he pulled your hood down from your head, showing your messy hair and the bags under your eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“Just… I’m struggling Jane…”

He nodded his head and pulled your hood back up.

He picked your coffee up and dropped it in the nearby bin.

“I’ll take you to my quiet place, I’ll get you some food then you’re going to sleep, okay?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“None at all.”

You laughed softly and nodded your head, looping your arm with his as he led you away.

You didn’t have any other work to do today, so you you had some time to spare.

Getting up stairs, Jane sat you on the couch, handing you one of his sweaters to change into, and he handed you and blanket.

“Phone.”

He waited for you to hand your phone over to him, then he beamed happily at you.

“I’m going to get you something to eat. Stay here.”

“Promise.”

He nodded and left, and you laid down, waiting for him to come back.

He must’ve left the building because he’d been gone a while, so you decided to nap until he got back.

When he finally did come back you were fast asleep and he smiled, walking over he covered you up with the blanket and set the food he brought from the store on the table before walking across the room.

He picked up his book and started to read, flicking his eyes every so open to check up on you.

He wasn’t going to let you leave this room until you had a solid few hours of sleep and ate at least half of what he brought of you.

Then he was going to take you home, make sure you had a nice relaxing back and stay with you while you slept through the night.

It would only be a matter of time until the rest of the team found out, but for now, as long as he knew he would help you however he could, and when you were ready he would sit down and talk with you for what was going on with you

a collection of my favorite Steven Grant moments because i related to him more than i think is deemed healthy.

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