That makes two of them. Good. He's just going to laugh at it as always and pointedly ignore that the goddamn L-word they so tastelessly used doesn't even begin to cover the intensity of what he seems to feel.
"Fuck off," he says generously. "You really think I'm gonna start a scrapbook for your ass? What else do you expect, diary pages with hearts doodled in the fucking margins?"
no subject
"Fuck off," he says generously. "You really think I'm gonna start a scrapbook for your ass? What else do you expect, diary pages with hearts doodled in the fucking margins?"