I gave in and watched the final TS episode I hadn't seen. I can no longer fool myself that somewhere there's an episode I haven't seen with the two of them snuggling on the couch, sharing a sleeping bag whilst fishing, or making sweet, sweet love on every available surface, horizontal and vertical, of the loft.

Darn.

Oh, well, that's what the fic's for...

I needed to cheer myself up as David flew off to Sunnyvale, California yesterday (oh, what a difference a letter makes!). He's back late tomorrow but I still feel bereft and the Giant Bar of Cadbury Fruit and Nut carelessly left lying around suffered, I'm afraid.

Episode thoughts, including spoilers )
I have none. I'm this little heap on the sofa whimpering.

Oh, I love this show.

Okay, I have one and it's spoilery so I'll cut:

thought )
Pure sap and schmoop and could read as friendship or not. I just felt in that sort of mood.



Cold Rain Falling

Been a bad day. From the petty annoyance of lukewarm coffee to the sickening lurch of his stomach when they were shot at by a kid who ended up bleeding out on the sidewalk.

And it's never stopped raining.

One hell of a day.

And he's going home to a cold, dark loft and a fridge full of leftovers. Home to emptiness.

But he wouldn't swap it for a smile, a hug, and supper waiting, because Blair's coming through the door behind him, close, just like he has been all day, helping him deal.

And that's better than a welcome.
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