Sol always knows the nicest things to say.

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.

Newt decides to escape the world for a little while by getting into videogames. Then he meets a boy...

It was supposed to be a relatively straightforward diplomatic trip, but of course these things never were with demons.

Aliens made them do it - sort of.

Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.

Close is worse than nothing.

David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)

And so she set out to find the source of the blizzard.

His reputation for honesty isn't unearned.