but boys are made for love, and so are you.
"Your husband is a schmuck to eat out when he's got a dish like you at home."
What is love, listeners? What is it about the nature of love that makes the threat of harm so integral to its existence? If we were to pry open the human heart from its delicate cage and carefully carve into it with a scalpel, we would find no evidence of love.
Everything is going to plan up until the precise moment it starts to fall apart.
Carefully taking a pillow and placing it in his lap, Ted mumbles, “Think I outta be getting home, sleep this off.”
“Can’t do that either,” Higgins says, grimacing sympathetically. “You’ll have to, ah, burn it out.”
(In which Ted gets dosed with sex pollen, and Trent and Rebecca work together to help him through it.)
A little bit of contextless silliness, written for Elise. Mild Jehan-related naughtiness and an impatient Grantaire.
Maria's not sure how it all happened, really.
Beginning a life in Montreal.
May tries not to think about everything Jasmine does for her.
Silas and Jay spend a night in civilization.