𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐍𝐘𝐂

peaceful silence filled lars’ lab as he ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly, slipping his arm around the waist of his fellow ghostbuster, and secret partner. comforted by his movement, you rested your head on his shoulder. neither of you felt the need to break the silence, the lack of yelling a blissful relief for the two of you.

suddenly, like a crack through the quiet, a loud knock sounded on the door of his lab. trevor spengler stood awkwardly in the doorway, jaw practically on the floor at the sight of you together in each others’ arms.

“… hey guys.” he managed.