not an alcoholic, just a wordsmith

I'm Oliver, and I have this awful habit of forgetting that we're flying on a blue dot in a universe full of giant, burning stars. Remind me once in a while.

[alec-white]

Easy like sunday morning || Alec & Oliver

[alec-white]

Alec just smiled at the little joyful sound his match made. He felt so childish at the moment, free and light as a bird and happy as a kid on his birthday. One of those good birthdays when you woke up early and couldn’t fall asleep again, because of the excitement, and you could imagine the gifts just waiting for you to open. Yes, that would describe what Alec felt in that moment. Him and Oliver, together, finally making things work! Although, there was always a part of him checking for dangers, worrying, but at the same time he tried to have fun and relax. As long as he was with Oliver it wasn’t too hard, but when he was alone, that was when the bad memories and worries crept up on him again. Ugh, he didn’t want to think about that right now. Oliver’s comment followed by a number of athletic exercises to cover up his trip made Alec crack up. He laughed so much that his belly started to hurt and he had to grab his sides. Somehow he calmed down enough to keep walking, “Nature or man, one of them will bring the end upon us. Good for you that wasn’t a banana peel,” his laughter echoed between the houses again and he leaned against his match.

The sounds in the forest were softened as if the trees absorbed the noise. Some early rising birds were twittering on the high branches. Alec recognized their songs, but could never match them with the birds. He smiled back at Oliver, his green eyes fixed on him for some seconds before returning to the slippery path ahead. “If you go down, I’ll stop the fall, Oliver. I’ve already had some practice,” he chuckled, imagining both of them falling into the bushes and waking up the whole forest. Alec found it important to talk about his mother in order to keep the memory of her alive. He wasn’t afraid that the memories would bring him pain, he embraced them and smiled because they’d happened and they were a part of him. His smile grew bitter at the question,”I have, but I never had the time to actually do it. I’m too busy.”

[cohenessy]

If Oliver was with anyone else, he would swear on Shakespeare's grave that any and every ounce of amusement directed his way was strictly based off of courtesy, but as usual, his match gave him quite a bit of room to question his own thought processes. His deep, genuine laugh echoed throughout the neighborhood, and Oliver couldn't even find it in him to feel sorry for anyone who might have been woken by it; if he had it his way, that's how he'd like to start his days for the rest of his life. Alec had a manner about him that quelled every inner conflict he'd ever had, existential crises be damned, and every little habit-- in this case, throwing his entire body into his laughs-- sparked an impossible flame within the cockles of Oliver's chest. People may be quick to assume that the flamboyant English professor had a knack for highly caffeinated beverages, but the truth was, he would sooner be revitalized by his loved one's presence than drink copious amounts of coffee for sustenance. He didn't know what was crazier, the implications of the statement or the fact that it was a veritable truth. "How far do you think I would've been propelled forward by a banana peel?" He questioned, keening at Alec's touch. "You know, projectile motion says it'd be ideal if I were at a forty-degree angle, but judging by the way I was lunging," He ventured, donning a pensive expression as he stuck his hands out in estimation. "I'd say I was parallel to the ground. Hypothesis: If Oliver lunges parallel to the ground, then he will hardly travel a few centimeters before his face meets the ground. We should test this out one of these days!"

Oliver scrunched his face up in disapproval. "Yes, you're a seasoned veteran in the art of saving me from injuries, but that doesn't mean you should all the time. One of these days you gotta let me take the fall for you! Literally or metaphorically, anyway. Even Prince Charming's gotta have take a vacation every once in a while, you're only human," He listened to his counterpart speak, taking note of the change in inflection and squeezing his hand a little firmer. "It could be a team effort if you'd like. I could, um," He brainstormed quickly, forming ideas a a breakneck speed. "I could help you come up with a list of whatever seeds you want and get them for you while you're at work. It'll save you some time and I'd probably try to get the project started until we can spare a few minutes a day to complete everything in increments, yeah?" He offered, his tone hopeful. "If a garden's what you want, I'll be more than happy to help make it happen. It doesn't have to be all at once," Oliver continued his stride, worrying at his lower lip. Alec never asked for much, if at all, and sometimes he wished he would. Oliver truly believed that he deserved each drop of happiness the world had to offer, and if that meant he had to go out of his way to make it happen, so be it. The man was determined in the most questionable of ways.

[cohenessy]

Thunder, Lightning, and a Horse || Charlie and Oliver

Oliver had just gotten off work when he was cruising down Maple Tree's back roads, his mind cluttered with the daily hullabaloo and the occasional thoughts of food, as per usual. He'd felt especially adventurous that afternoon and took an unusual exit, the efficient route only about three fourths of a mile away. He needed a change in pace sometimes, after all, and it'd been a while since he pulled something truly stupid. The idea sounded viable enough at the time, but as soon as he heard the first blaring rolls of thunder reverberating off the deceivingly blue skies, he knew he was in for a world of trouble. His hands tightened over the wheel and his eyes locked in on the road ahead of him, scanning desperately for any semblance of a building at the very least. He was thoroughly convinced that he was in the middle of nowhere, and the fact that he'd never explored the area up until that point was certainly not helping his case. 

Eventually, Oliver spotted a barn about a half mile from a wayward tree that had absolutely no business sitting precariously where it was. He was surprised he hadn't found any cows standing beneath it, but then again, maybe that was in his favor. He didn't know how he'd lure such a large beast away from mass by means of logic alone, much less did he know what in the heavens he was going to do with himself. First rule of common sense that he learned from his high school physics class: don't leave your car during a lightning storm. There was an entire unit dedicated to electric safety, and he even had to make a public service announcement about it; it's too bad that he didn't even consider putting the idea into practice. 

Oliver pulled over beside the barn as quickly as he could and silenced the engines, scurrying out with several, light footed steps as he made a grab for his lesson plans in the backseat. He checked his pockets for his essentials and sprinted toward the barn, his eyes constantly drifting skyward in hopes of the conditions giving way. Of course, the clouds only darkened and the noises continued to rumble on, much to his dismay. He reached the wooden door and gave it a terse shove, giving way to a dry interior and a... horse? 

[alec-white]

Easy like sunday morning || Alec & Oliver

[alec-white]

Alec followed the movement of their arms swinging together. “Oh, so that’s why,” he smiled and the skin around his eyes wrinkled. He caught Oliver’s hand as he poked him. “Hey!” he laughed and then noticed the effect his stare seemed to have on Oliver. He looked away to hide his flush, but smiled to himself. It was amazing to feel so loved, and he hoped Oliver felt that too, because Alec loved him with all his heart. It was almost hard for him to grasp how he could love Oliver so much and still have room for his brothers and the people of Mapletree that he protected every day. Alec raised an eyebrow at the question of which way they should take. “The open area? Nah, we’ll save that path for when we’re old and rusty. We should explore the forest while it’s still empty of people. It’ll be just us wandering through the mist,” he smiled and pulled Oliver towards the trees ahead, “and hopefully we’ll stay on our feet,” he joked.

There was already a path through the forest, so it wasn’t a complete jungle. Still, the light was gloomy in there, the rocks and roots slippery, and in some places the branches could stick your eyes out if you weren’t careful. Alec took a firmer hold of Oliver’s hand and slowed down his pace. “Be careful, okay?” he asked his match, and hoped he would at least try not to trip. “I like the smells here, moist earth and leaves, it’s the smell of spring,” he said, “reminds me of those years I played in the yard and helped my mom with the plants. Oh, she had real green fingers, there wasn’t a single plant that died in her care.” The memories flowed through Alec’s mind, but he wasn’t sad about them. They made him happy.

[cohenessy]

Oliver let out a quiet 'hooray' in the early mist of the morning, careful as to not wake up the entire neighborhood with his unprecedented excitement. He was notorious for his strange antics at any time of day, and he certainly didn't want to undermine his reputation further by disturbing the peace. It was different to have Alec be the one to come up with the shenanigans, but it was a change that he could certainly get used to. His suggestions were often times much more sensible and several times less dangerous, but that didn't take away from the fun that the two could harness around each other. "Old and rusty? Pft, never," He shrugged, a glimmer in his eye. "I'm a well oiled machine. I'd like to see nature try to break my stride," Almost as if on cue, a wayward crack in the sidewalk threw off his gait, making him trip ever so subtly for a split second. He caught himself just in time and managed to play off his minor accident by doing lunges, looking slightly ridiculous, all things considered, but it was too late to take his words back now. "Stretching is really important-- almost as important as breakfast, right? Can't get enough of these lunges, nope," He laughed, shaking his head a bit as he stood upright again, beginning a regular stride. "All right, in my defense, that wasn't nature, that was a man-made death trap." 

They traversed across the pristine sidewalks into the deep forest, the ambiance shifting noticeably and a certain sense of serenity falling across the teeming life surrounding them. He was always fascinated by the surprising amount of variety Maple Tree's woods had to offer, and it seemed doubly true that morning. Oliver couldn't remember the last time he thought to explore the area, and since then, it seemed as though new flowers and animals had migrated into the area. He unconsciously sped up a little, anxious to get closer to each one before he felt a tightening hold on his hand. He looked up toward Alec, as noble and concerned as ever, and offered him a reassuring smile. "Of course. You be careful, too, Alec. If I go down, I'm bound to bring you tumbling with me. Beware of the clutz," He smiled softly as he listened to his match speak of his mother, noticing the way his voice was gentle and happy. Oliver always wished he could have met her, but even more than that, he wished the White family never had to lose her at all. From what he could tell, she raised her sons to be amazing individuals, so her legacy continued to live on. "Have you ever thought about starting your own garden, Alec? I'm sure you inherited those green thumbs, yourself," He told him softly, his mind filled with fond thoughts of his counterpart tending to the small buds. 

[tylerxwhite-blog]

I’ll have to get my kicks somehow if I’ll be stuck in a nursing home. No, no. I have no idea, but I think it’s just luck.  Someday my luck will run out. I better start gambling while I still got it.

Oh yeah, most definitely. Are you sure? Being my TA would require a lot of time, hard work, and demonstrations of the puppy dog look. Your face must be prepared. For you and for that, I’d use about twenty-one percent pout. Probably less, my pouts never get higher than the fifties unless I really did something wrong or want something. Don’t get rid of the excuse! We can get away with anything with my look and your excuse. Noooo, not at allll.

[cohenessy]

Oh, don't be modest. Maybe you deserve it or something crazy like that. If you gamble at all, it better be with saltine crackers or an equally 'important' means of currency-- wouldn't want you falling down a rabbit hole. 

Yeah, definitely. I already do a ridiculous amount of grinning against my better judgement, so I think my facial muscles have been pretty well trained up until this point. They can handle a jutted lip and some sad eyes, right? No big deal. I can't even begin to imagine over fifty percent because from what I've seen, you start making me feel like I did the misdeed if you pout at all, even if it's not my situation! Oh, okay, so he must do it even more often than I thought. I'm so sorry.

[alec-white]

This new interest doesn’t involve redecorating the house in voodoo hoodoo stile, does it? Do we? I’m kidding, I was actually hoping you’d answer my question with a kiss.

Is this colleague of yours trustworthy? Is staring at a candle really that good? If you’re serious about the yoga you should talk to a… What are they called again? Guru, I think. It seems you and I have different opinions concerning me, but I’ll respect that. Who’s being modest now? There’s a wisdom in not looking past the obvious.

[cohenessy]

No, of course not. You make it sound like I've done something like that before--- not that I haven't considered some wacky interior decorating, but you know, not on that level. I just like seeing what you'll say before you decide to be direct. 

For the most part, yeah! The only time she's ever proven to have poor judgement was when she recommended Chinese food from the gas station-- which, by the way, will make you feel like you've died several times and your resurrection went dark side. It's not something I'm passionate in, you know, but I'd dabble in it. I think gurus would intimidate me, to be completely honest with you. Even the title sounds intimidating-- guru. That's such a weird word! And oh god, Alec, how do we always end up in these back and forths? 

[alec-white]

Easy like sunday morning || Alec & Oliver

[alec-white]

Alec felt a blush creep on as he held Oliver, his damsel in distress. He smiled though, and tried to seem natural. Or as natural as you could when you’d been called “Prince Charming” in the middle of the bathroom after a bad night’s sleep. Upon hearing their new record time he laughed, realizing how silly they were. Not that it was a bad thing, it was important to bring out the child in yourself, and that was not hard when you were around Oliver. “That’s going to be hard to beat. I’ll have to practice coming into the bathroom without almost knocking you down, don’t you think?” Alec shook his head, imagining Tyler turning everything on an arm length’s distance, which was a wide radius, upside down. He’d probably laugh and shout a sorry over his shoulder while racing them through the hall. “Yeah, it’s dangerous enough to have him cooking with us.”

With a smile he looked at his match as felt their hands clasp together like the lock clicking in the door. His match’s enthusiasm was contagious and Alec skipped along down the drive way. “No way, Oliver, if the galaxies were in my eyes you wouldn’t have the urge to fly across the sky and all that jazz you’ve been talking about lately,” he stated matter-of-factly, but his eyes glittered as if the stars were truly there. He looked into Oliver’s, darker in color, but as playful and light as laughter. “Actually, Woody, I was thinking ‘bout the hill around the corner. It takes a while to climb, but once we’re up there, we’ll see the light chase the mist away from the streets. What do you say?” He squeezed Oliver’s hand lightly and pulled him towards the street, a playful smile on his lips. “We’ll be the kings of the hill!” he said with a deep voice and burst into laugher.

[cohenessy]

Oliver took note of the light steps beside him, the sounds bearing a striking semblance to skipping. He grinned widely in spite of himself, proud of his ability to draw out the inner child of his typically more serious match. He loved watching him let loose, and his heart practically fluttered with each passing moment. For some reason, holding hands never seemed to lose its glistening appeal; it's quite possible that it will always stay that way. He swung their arms playfully, turning to his partner and sporting an exaggerated pout. "Of course they're in your eyes, that's why I have to go for the next best thing. I have to cope somehow, and that usually involves wanting to fall through clouds and wanting to squish your face against mine. Everything comes full circle one way or another," He sauntered about happily, poking Alec's cheek as if to punctuate the end of his sentence. It serves him right for defying the nature of those celestial orbs of his. Those things truly were out of this world, and as if his recollection of them wasn't enough, Alec decided to stare directly into his eyes. His breath may or may not have caught a bit in his throat, but he sure as heck wasn't about to admit that to anyone. 

He looked toward the hills and squinted, trying his hardest to make out the top of the misty bumps. For a split second, he worried about the status of his coordination-- which had always been little to none-- but that was quickly dissipated by Alec's clever use of a pun. He joined in on the laughter, nudging him on the shoulder as he shook his head. "You and I, ruling an entire hill? That's all I've ever dreamed of and more, Buzz," He joked, hastening his steps as the morning mist around them swirled by. "We're going to take the fun way, right? Through the forest?" Oliver asked,gesturing toward the hunks of green not a half mile away from their home. The trees loomed over the street serenely, their leaves slightly dewy. The unmistakable scent of nature flowed effortlessly through the wind, and although Oliver swore that natural selection was doomed to get the best of him, he couldn't help but revel in the aroma. He looked toward his match, tilting his head slightly in inquiry. "Or we can climb through the more open area, but it's really up to you," 

[the--charmingcharlie]

Isn’t there some movie about some family buying a leg lamp?

[cohenessy]

I haven't the slightest idea, but is a leg lamp, like, a lamp in the shape of a human leg, or am I vastly mistaken in my assumption here?

[alec-white]

Tibetan what? Well, do you want to kiss me?

Oh, that would explain why I failed every time on those yoga passes… How’s that even possible? Being there and still not? I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about my legs hurting from the strange position, and that someone was breathing really loudly. Then again, I only went there for a week. Slow down, man, I don’t need you to talk about me for days, I’m not that interesting. We’re both wise okay. Wisdom comes with life and experience, so you’ve got that too.

[cohenessy]

Tibetan throat singing! I'm surprised I haven't talked about it yet, it's my newest interest. And are you trying to be coy with me? We both know the answer to that question. See, I can be coy, too!

Meditating is such a strange thing, I don't know! I've been wanting to start soon. A colleague of mine told me that it's easiest to start in a quiet, isolated room with the lights dimmed down or all the way off. She said if you stared at a candle for long enough while sitting there, you'll be able to zone in quicker and clear your mind. And you always insist on being modest; you're very interesting, scout's honor. I'll go with your compromise this time, but I still think I'm about as wise as an avocado. I pretty much state the obvious.

[tylerxwhite-blog]

I sure am. Nope, all mine. It’s really not… that’s scary. Can we? I want a blue one. And I want all my friends to sign it. Like, I’ll have all these old friends and we’ll be in a nursing home and they’ll all bend to sign it, but won’t be able to get back up. And I’ll laugh because that’s what I intended to do. Oh, we’ll make the best of being old. 

It takes time and you have to know when to use it. I think I’ll have to teach a class because there are a lot of steps to perfect it. I’ve had years to perfect it and I can read people to know how much pout I need to put into it. Oh, we did. Thank the gods for that. Because you can get away with anything! Especially when Alex is involved, trust me. 

[cohenessy]

You're downright mischievous, and it's made even better because if all of your friends are willing to bend over backwards for you, you sure as heck chose them well! I feel like there's so little room to worry about you sometimes. You have a stable job, relationship, and educational background to boot! Your half of the brain is doing you wonders, I'm envious. 

Please do. I'm sure the university would jump at the prospect of employing you. If you teach me first, I'll gladly volunteer to be your TA. And read people? Approximately how much pout would you use with me if you lost my lesson plan or something?-- not that I'm sure why you'd have it in the first place. I think people only let me get away with things because they think I don't know better! Get rid of that excuse and I'd be in a whole world of hurt. I'm sure Alec does his fair share of grumbling under his breath because of my antics at times, and if it had to be around anyone it'd be you. You guys have that whole brotherly bond thing going on, and I think includes the whole 'my match is being ridiculous' spiel you're bound to have listened to.

[the--charmingcharlie]

Was it a leg lamp?

[cohenessy]

Oh god, a what?

[yas-alankent]

What did you spend it all on?

[cohenessy]

The question is, what didn't I spend it on? I discovered furniture shopping today.

[the--charmingcharlie]

Oliver…what did you do this time?

[cohenessy]

Okay, this might sound ridiculous, but it all started with this lamp, right?

[alec-white]

Tone down… Fine. I’ll let this cool down and then I’ll go straight to him. And how are you planning on distracting me?

Oh, of course not, therapy is the best cure for most problems. No, but you have your moments of wisdom. You say that like it’s a bad thing. What do you think meditation is all about? Oh, no, no, I just think slowly, it’s not the same.

[cohenessy]

Well, I was thinking more along the lines of describing the mechanics of Tibetan throat singing, but if you want me to, just say the word. 

I was under the impression that meditation was being in your head... without being in your head. Kind of like achieving a level of blank enlightenment, a clear state of mind. My thoughts are more along the lines of messy scribbles and doodles all over a canvas. You don't think slowly, you silly goose. You're pretty decisive as a person which means you process information quickly and effectively if need be-- and if you do spend more time thinking about something, that probably means you're wise enough to acknowledge that there are factors important enough to carefully consider. I can go on about you for days, Alec. 

[alec-white]

Easy like sunday morning || Alec & Oliver

[alec-white]

The vague sounds of socks sliding across wood and the shrill creak of the bathroom door made Alec look up from the clothes. But his alarmed look was soon replaced by a grin as he understood what Oliver was doing. No time to fret when you’ve got a record to break. For Alec that was easily thought than done, though, and he silently prayed the man wouldn’t turn the whole cabinet upside down while searching for a brush. Oliver came back in one piece though, and that ended Alec’s worries for the moment. While he pulled on his clothes he would now and then peak at Oliver’s attempts to get dressed while brushing his teeth. It was hard to imagine a funnier figure than the love of his life in that moment, and of course, Alec couldn’t help but laugh, an action that almost made him drool on his shirt.

Alec peaked over Oliver’s shoulder and checked the time and nodded, “let’s go”. After another glance in the mirror he went of after Oliver. With a grin he slid into the bathroom in front of the sink, nearly knocked his match over but caught him just in time to prevent the fall. For a moment it looked like they were both doomed to crash down into the bathtub, but a second later they regained balance. Then Alec turned on the sink and washed away the remaining toothpaste of his brush. “Did we make it?” he asked before burying his face in a towel. “Remind me not to do this with Tyler in the house. We would cause a massive destruction, I’m afraid,” he chuckled and put an arm around Oliver’s shoulder to lead him out into the hall. He had to break the contact in order to get the rest of the clothes, and it felt like ripping away something that was glued together. After pulling on his coat and boots he grabbed the keys and opened the door to the outside world. A chilly and moist wind blew into the hall, but it didn’t make him back away. With pride he took a step outside and turned around to smile at Oliver. He made a wide gesture to the street before offering his hand to his match. “To infinity and beyond!”

[cohenessy]

Oliver was already well planted on the bathroom's slippery tiles when Alec barreled in like a cannon, stumbling into Oliver's body and very nearly knocking him over had he not not been caught by his forthcoming arm. He bubbled with laughter, looking up at his match while still placed in the princess-hold, hands secured on waist and the whole nine yards. Tumbling into the bathtub behind them would've set them back a whole minute or two, but he had to admit, it would've been an entertaining addition to their quick paced morning. "I swear you hopped right out of a Disney movie, Prince Charming," He remarked with a twinkle in his eye, holding himself upright now and regaining his equilibrium. He placed his comb back in its respective cabinet and pulled at the pocket of his pants, retrieving his sleek, black phone and taking a glance at the timer setting. "With two seconds to spare! I'm proud of us," He remarked, rocking on his heels with excitement as he cleansed off his toothbrush with the running tap water. "Oh man, no, that wouldn't be our best idea. I love Tyler, but if he was a part of our tryst those long limbs of his would smack us at least a dozen times before we ever made it out of the hall," Oliver laughed, a mental image of his brother in law flailing about with toothpaste flying in every direction surfacing at the forefront of his mind. Those long locks of his would probably make it out unscathed, but Oliver couldn't say the same of his own. There would probably be large chunks of blue peppermint flavored gel stuck on three fourths of his head, and he would be sure to get the obnoxiously tall human back for his antics. But that was certainly confined to theory; he and Alec knew better than to pull their stunts around hyperactive company. With a wide grin, he slipped his phone back into his khakis and leaned into his counterpart's touch. 

As he was led out into the hallway, he and his match separated for a few brief moments to collect the remainder of their attire, Alec donning his boots and his coat while Oliver made a break for his sweater and tan Doc Martens. When they were finally ready to face the dawn of day, the opened door greeted them with a mild gust of chilled moisture, the morning sky misty and hazed over like it was mirroring its own bleary, barely awakened state. He watched his significant other step out into the mystical blur, his magnificently green eyes shining in stark contrast. He reached out for his extended hand, intertwining their fingers and hopping out of the doorway as he flicked the bottom lock shut, securing their home. "To infinity and beyond!"

He was smiling from ear to ear, and with an excited hop, he pulled the pair into the drive way. He turned upward, observing the gray sky in all of its glory and scanning the quiet street, the tall trees swaying slightly in the breeze, the leaves rustling gently. "Where to, Captain Lightyear?" Oliver asked, a playful glint in his tone. "If we're exploring the galaxies, I'm afraid you've already captured them in your eyes," He winked. "Just one destination less for us to choose from, though. No big deal, can't hold that against ya," 

[alec-white]

I’m not sure my emotions will change much… Nevertheless, I should trust you on this one. But… How can I wait? What am I supposed to do when this is all that fills my mind?

How did you grow so wise? Man, I’ll need some serious practice to be able to just accept his stupid decisions. Probably some therapy too…

[cohenessy]

They almost definitely won't change, but they'll tone down a notch or two from now to then. Do anything that normally occupies you, really! When we fixate on things that bother us, the thoughts become obsessive, and it can really weigh a person down. I'm up for distracting if you want, no matter how daunting or unpleasant that may sound.

Nothing wrong with therapy if it comes down to it. I don't know if wise is the right word for me, but I do spend a majority of my time way too involved in my own head. You're pretty wise yourself, Alec. 

[tylerxwhite-blog]

Nope. I got the good side of your brain. It’s okay, as long as we remain close, you won’t lose your mind. Not until you’re at least fifty.

I must teach you my evil ways. Yes, true. Those are so gross. He and I got into some when we were younger. It was not pretty. He’ll believe it. You don’t need the puppy dog eyes like I do. 

[cohenessy]

You had to be the greedy one, didn't even leave me a smidge of independent sanity. For shame, Tyler. And geez, I just realized that fifty isn't all that far off. Two decades can go by way too quickly-- we should pick out our rocking chairs while we're ahead. I want one that suits my peachy personality before it gets a chance to shrivel up like a prune.

If you're gonna teach me, why not start now? How do you get your eyes to do that whole suddenly two times bigger and slightly watery thing? Not to mention the slight-but-not-overdone pout! It's ingenious. And that's... I hope you guys had at least two toilets in the house at the time. What makes you think I don't need the puppy dog eyes? 

[tylerxwhite-blog]

That’s because I think we have half each other’s brains. 

I tell him that all the time. Just give him the puppy eyes. You’ll be golden. We were attacked by gremlins! The only way we could defend ourselves was to create a distraction! 

[cohenessy]

So I must ask; do you have psychosis, too, or is that specific to my half of the noodle?

I don't think just anyone can pull off the puppy dog eyes, Tyler. You're a well seasoned professional. If I try it, I'll probably look heavily constipated, and Alec might go out and purchase me those chocolate laxatives out of concern or something! You know how he gets when he's worried. And oh god, those things can leave a nasty bite. Of course we had no choice.