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rosaline coleman, 26, nia towle. baron's daughter + phd student. ( hist + modern. )

gideon hawthorne, 30, henry ashton. crown prince. ( hist + modern. )

edmund marlowe, 30, jacob anderson. music tutor/teacher. ( hist + modern. )

declan kearney, 49, andrew scott. newspaper editor. ( modern. )

jonah clarke, 29, peter claffey. groundskeeper + bouncer. ( modern. )

samuel harding, 35, jacob anderson. social/youth worker. ( modern. )

liam rafferty, 30, dónal finn. bartender. ( hist + modern. )

daniel yates, 42, andrew garfield. history professor. ( modern. )

paddy horan, 41, aidan turner. english teacher. ( modern. )

theo atkins, 29, jack wolfe. shopkeeper. ( historical. )

alfred carruthers, 31, thomas brodie-sangster. earl's son. ( historical. )

jasmine howard, 34, alexandra shipp. radio dj/presenter. ( modern. )

darragh sheehan, 29, paul mescal. gaa player. ( modern. )

jesse anders-clancy, 40, aaron tveit. usaf veteran. ( modern. )

alistair tomkins, 43, charlie cox. disability social worker. ( modern. )

george thornton, 27, anthony boyle. viscount's ward. ( historical. )

vittorio palazzo, 31, edward bluemel. artist. ( hist + modern. )

laurence rosewood, 36, jacob anderson. viscount's younger brother. ( hist + modern. )

james galloway, 35, jack lowden. earl's son. ( hist + modern. )

nancy reyes, 25, rachel zegler. social media coordinator. ( modern. )

kai groves, 25, thomas weatherall. music shop assistant. ( modern. )

everett hale, 45, ryan gosling. maths teacher. ( modern. )

alessandro trezza, 34, jonathan bailey. duke's son + ceo. ( hist + modern. )

malik sahni, 38, riz ahmed. photojournalist. ( modern. )

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forrest made a quiet, thoughtful noise in his throat as malik spoke about his place; he felt much the same about his own nondescript little apartment there in georgia, having dreaded going back to it alone once he was released from the hospital. but now he would be sharing a home with the man he loved in an exciting new place, and they could live in a shoebox for all he cared. "right, ours," he affirmed, yet another dazed grin crossing his face. "i maaaade -" forrest held up a hand and counted off his projects. "a bureau, a coffee table, coupla night stands, and i'd just finished a desk 'fore i left - polished it up real pretty an' everything. maybe you could use it for when you work at home."

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being abroad and lumped in with various military branches usually meant a distinct lack of personal space. in a way, it was nice to have a whole flat completely to himself. by about three days in, though, he'd had enough -- the place needed forrest to feel right. he needed forrest there ( or anywhere, really ) to feel right. malik watched him count with a quiet laugh, dipping to rest his cheek atop his head. "that'd be good. i don't even have a desk right now. i usually just sit on the sofa, or the floor and work..." trailing off thoughtfully, he rubbed his cheek against forrest's hair. "i'm gonna take you to so many good restaurants when we get home. oh! and my amma will definitely want to cook for you. god, she's gonna love you. you better prepare yourself."

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as arabella woke, she knew exactly where she was. she recognised that room, she knew the scent of it so well. it was daraghs room. her ex boyfriend. who she had sworn she wouldn't end up in this situation with again. daragh wasn't a bad man. in fact, he was a good one. a great one. too good for her. she needed to stop dragging him down with her. for a moment, she thinks about pretending that she's still asleep. she could delay the inevitable that way. she wondered if she he had even realised that she was awake... " daragh? " arabella whispered, testing the waters.

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he told himself he didn't believe in fate, or really much other romantic nonsense like it. nothing disproved that claim faster than arabella's presence. they were absolutely tied together somehow, drawn like magnets to one another no matter the time spent apart. roughly towelling his hair dry, darragh stopped at the sound of stirring and tossed the towel aside. "mornin'," uttered softly, stepping around the bed to her side. "y'alright?"

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atticus had always prided himself on his resolve, but all it took was a small show of affection from the man he loved for it all to come tumbling down. dazed from a combination of the fall, pain, and james' affection, he swayed slightly as he watched the other man stand. for a moment he could only stare at james reaching out for him, vaguely wondering exactly how many desperate evenings he had spent praying for this sight. "right," he finally muttered, grasping his arms to pull himself up with a stifled groan. despite james' assurances, atticus cast a glance down the hall to ensure their solitude before allowing himself to lean against him. "how is it you were even here to find me?" he asked, voice hoarse. "at such an hour as this?"

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a steadying hand made an instinctive move to atticus' shoulder, keen blue eyes trained on him. james merely waited, half-smile playing at his lips -- as utterly horrible as it was to see him in such a state, and to reunite under the specific circumstances... it was also nice to be reunited. to touch him again and to be allowed to, crucially, even if it was to hold him up. "i've got you," murmured assurance as he rose, adjusting to help and slipping immediately under the other to take his weight. "well i was up to no good, of course," he chortled. "i was sent down here on business and i... couldn't sleep, so i went for a wander. lucky i did, eh?" too taken by the man leaning against him to bother about anyone who might be around, he pressed another quick kiss to atticus' temple. "is your room still...?" tipped his head down the hall.

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slipping through his office door and shutting it behind him to lean back against, rhett heaved a whole body sigh. he was incredibly sorry for wronging whichever god of timetabling left him with year 7 and 8 in the last lesson of a friday, but more grateful for the truly delightful sight of his husband writing away at his desk. without a word he dropped ( or rather awkwardly and carefully lowered himself ) to his knees to crawl from the door to the desk. both arms hooked around ziggy's nearest leg as he collapsed to lie flat on his stomach next to him. "hello," his casual greeting was followed by what rhett himself would describe as an unexaggerated groan. "my lovely and very quiet husband, please, please tell me it's home time."

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jonah's laughter was so cute that it was all hero could do to keep from leaning across the table and kissing him then and there. "i promise, it's really not that bad. you're tough, i know you could handle it! but there's never any pressure. if you ever do decide to get in the chair, i hope you'd make it mine," she said with a bright smile. there was no doubt in her mind that he would be one of her favorite clients of all time. "you kinda get into the flow, you know? it's really helpful, 'cause then you don't realize how sore your neck is till later," she added with a laugh. there he went again, being so effortlessly sweet and charming. her lips puckered slightly before she realized and pressed them together. down, girl - don't scare the nice man. "maybe you could, y'know, stay there for a bit with me, too. if you'd like."

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he shook his head dramatically, an outright disgagreement with her assertion that he was tough. he might look it, but that really was where any sign of toughness began and ended. "oh, trust me. if i ever do, you are the only person allowed to go anywhere near me with a tattoo needle.. gun? whatever you call it." in fact, jonah found himself trying not to think of it. he absolutely would let hero tattoo him. hell, he'd probably let her straight up stab him. but that was silly. "you should get regular massages," he piped up without thinking, concern tugging at his brow. "your neck and your back are very important," he cut himself off with another sweet, entirely sure hero knew very well the importance of her spine. "oh?" nearly choking on the sweet, he coughed and nodded. "if... if you want. yeah. i'd love to." jonah beamed.

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april feels at a loss. for a little while now, she's felt like she'd been missing a part of herself. mostly, she was confused. confused how things had gotten this bad. she'd reacted on impulse the last time the two of them were together and as she saw them across the room at the party, she did the same thing. she grabbed her drink and crossed the room. april planted her feet in front of the other - to stop them from moving past her. " are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on? "

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it was maybe a little ( very ) cowardly to think they'd done quite well in managing to avoid april since... well. since it'd happened again. it had been impulsive, but never once had sidney thought it took anything away from their time together. it still meant something. the circumstances, though. well. they for sure could've been better ; but there was only one person to blame for that, wasn't there? she was mulling that particular thought over when the object of her thoughts appeared in front of them as if summoned. "oh..." whether it was great or absolutely terrible timing remained to be seen. "hi, april." started softly. "what's going on with... what?"

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"i knew it," evelyn said with a laugh. sam spoiled her, there was no getting around it - and she adored him for it, among many other reasons. "all i bought so far was the onesie. i wanted to do most of it with you," she explained. she perked up at what he mentioned, a fresh wave of excitement rushing over her. "no, not at all! we can repaint - oooh, maybe wes would do a mural! and we'll have to get a crib, a changing table, a comfy chair for us to sit on while we're in there with her - no, love, i think we're better off starting right away. this is going to be so much fun," she enthused, delighted by the prospect of one of her favorite activities with her absolute favorite person.

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"that's some restraint you've shown there," he pointed out, kissing the top of her head again. it wasn't as if he'd have been angry, or upset even, if she'd jumped ahead and done... well.. everything. he wanted to be as involved as he possibly could be, of course, but this experience, in all of its aspects, should be led by her. or so he believed. anything creative-wise sam would be much better off in her capable hands anyway. he grinned, shoulders shaking with subdued laughter at her unbridled and highly contagious enthusiasm. "thought you'd like that idea. do we repaint first, you think? i can't imagine a world where wes says no to doing a mural, but we could do the rest first, right?"

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"i do not want to go," remy bemoaned, turning to bury his face in the pillow to hide it from the early morning sunlight streaming through the windows. "this bloody feud is keeping me from having a lie-in with the man i love - all the more reason to hate it." he reluctantly surfaced to cuddle closer to cyrus and press a kiss to the other man's lips. "sleep well, sweetheart?" it had been a risk, of course, to spent the night, but nothing could have torn remy away from cyrus, not after having been separated for a week. he quietly added 'managing the construction of the new family estate in the country' to the list of detestable things keeping him from his love. "and by the way, have i already mentioned that i missed you terribly?"

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a soft and unquestionably satisfied hum escaped at the sound of remy's voice. it served as a reminder that they were together -- even if it had just been for a couple of hours, and would probably soon be ending. cyrus was dragged unwillingly to full awareness by the mention of the thing keeping them apart and sighed accordingly. smiling into the kiss and eagerly returning it, he gave the smallest of nods and opened his eyes at last. "very. did you?" one arm wrapped automatically around remy's waist, anchoring their bodies even closer to one another. laughing softly, he nodded and freed his other arm to brush fingers through remy's adorable bedhead -- decidedly not to tame it. "you might have mentioned it," mumbled sleepily, moving to trace the ridge of the other's brow. "i missed you too, so very much. i know you were not too far away, and it really wasn't that long, but it felt like an entire lifetime without you." he leant to brush his lips across remy's forehead. "how long can you stay?"

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"the best," milo agreed, beaming. he'd been in shock, there was no doubt about it, but once the reality of it had set in he had been happier than he'd ever been in his life - even more so than when he'd married his beloved rosie. he watched as she took his hand and placed it on her stomach, his smile softening at the idea that their child was growing inside at that very moment, nurtured by the loving mother who already adored them. a giggle escaped milo as rosie kissed him, shoulders hitching toward his ears as they often still did whenever she showed him affection. "oh!" he exclaimed at her news, wide eyes trained on rosie's stomach as if he would somehow be able to see something happen. "an athletic little thing, perhaps? they will take after their mother, i hope," he enthused. milo could only pray that he did not pass his weak lungs onto their child, that they would be healthy and strong - and, yes, favor rosaline in just about every other regard.

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the relief she'd felt when his shock had turned to acceptance... and then an enthusiasm that rivalled her own was so strong she was sure it could've been bottled by capturing the air around them. of course, it would have been fine if he'd merely accepted it, but rosie was quite sure she'd never seen him so happy. she removed one hand from over his just to swipe a thumb gently over his cheek and giggled with him. "mmh. maybe! i suppose it is possible... although i don't think there's much of a history of that to rely on." smiling warmly at his expressed hope, she brushed his cheek again. "i hope they take after you. how brilliant it would be to have a child with a mind like yours," so brilliant she was giddy just thinking about it. "and a face like yours," she scrunched her nose at him then looked fondly down to her bump. "i'm sure they will be perfect no matter what."

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" i've been such an idiot. " tommy muttered into his drink. " you've been right there, jesse. " he'd always been there for him. he'd always been the man that tommy had turned to whenever he needed someone. how could he have been so blind? he was too hung up over a man that didn't want him. could jesse want him? could this be the very thing that he was looking for? " tell me i'm not crazy. tell me you feel it too. " it didn't matter to him that right now - after one too many drinks - was not the right time for this conversation. but now that he had come to this realisation, tommy couldn't keep it to himself.

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jesse sputtered a quiet laugh, grateful he hadn't taken the gulp of drink he'd thought about just moments before and turned slightly to face tommy. his expression was replaced with something vaguely perplexed. "glad you noticed," offered lightly, though he studied tommy's own face as the conversation lapsed again, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he did so. if what he thought was happening was actually happening, the smile was called for. if not, well. tommy was stupidly handsome and looking at him for too long made jesse smile anyway. he let a hand drop lazily to the other's nearest knee and leant in a tad further. "you're not crazy," he said. "tipsy... sure. but not crazy. are you sure you wanna have this conversation, right now?" as much as jesse himself wanted to, it had to be right for tommy after all he'd been through. he'd waited this long, he could wait another night, or day.

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friday evenings were supposed to be a good time. it had been a little bit of a tradition for her and dan - and some of the other teachers sometimes - for after school drinks. except this week, dawn was not feeling it like she usually was. she hadn't really been feeling herself for a few days now. not since her ex had shown up on her doorstep. she hadn't seen him in close to twenty eight years - since just before arabella was born - and yet he had left her feeling gross and like the messed up nineteen year old that he had helped to create.

she was just about to leave when her phone beeped. 'can't wait to see you tomorrow.' dawn sighed. she'd agreed to meet her ex the following day just so that he would get away from her home and now that it was almost upon her, she hated that she'd ever agreed in the first place. at the sound of a knock on the door, dawn jumped. she glanced over her shoulder with a shake of her head. " now isn't a good time, dan. "

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there'd been a marked difference in dawn over the past couple of days. dan hadn't been the only one to notice it, but he had had the sense not to comment publicly upon it, unlike some people in the staff room. he was worried, of course, but would save the possibility of sharing or acting on that concern for when they were alone.

the day ( and by extension, the working week ) always ended best when he was in dawn's company, so it was exactly that he sought as soon as the time came. the gentle knock was accompanied by an audible wince as she reacted. "sorry. didn't mean to make you jump," dan nodded his understanding, but hovered awkwardly in the doorway before stepping further in. "i, uh... assumed drinks were off tonight, but i wanted to catch you before you left anyway. check in, kind of thing. i'll walk you out, if you want?"

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"see, i know i have a fair amount of good qualities, but i never knew professionalism numbered amongst them." wes helped himself to resting his free hand on jasmine's hip, thumb rubbing gentle circles against her side. he knew that the sooner they made and ate dinner the sooner they could move on to dessert, but there was something to be said for an amuse-bouche. he grinned a toothy grin as she graced him with that wonderful sound again, turning his head to the side ever so slightly to better hear it with his good ear. "you liked that, huh?" he noted, clearly proud of himself. "maybe sometime we should go out and do that roleplay thing where we pretend we're strangers who just met! that could be so fun!" jasmine loved him as he was (and wes pinched himself every day), but if she wanted him to temporarily become a suave, charming admirer, he could do it - and have the time of his life, because he would be with her. "well, maybe it was more like seven," he mused, barely aware of what he was talking about and much more interested in the kiss she was placing on his nose. "i think you did. or maybe it was yesterday, dunno. but you tell me well and often," he reassured.

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"now you're just being silly," which typically was one of her favourite things about him -- they could be silly together. "you are a very professional young man when you need to be," she gave a serious nod and wagged a finger at him. it was probably for the best she was distracted by the hand on her hip, one of her hands closing around his wrist. she could not abide by any self-talk that was less than complimentary. "i did like that, very much," confirmed with another laugh, her own conscious effort made to lean forward as he tilted his head to hear better. close enough to do so and rarely one to deny herself, jas shifted a tad nearer to place a kiss right by his ear and bopped round to mirror the affection on the other side. she couldn't have one side feeling left out, now. "would you like that?" silly to ask, maybe, given the ball of enthusiasm dressed as a man in front of her. "i think i'd struggle to pretend not to be very deeply and madly in love with you, but that could be fun," she grinned. "oh good. i like to make a point of it, you see. 'cause i love you. very much."

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more than you are able to see. jules made a thoughtful sound in his throat. "will you tell me something, teddy? what do i sound like?" he had absolutely loved the other man telling him what he saw when he heard music, birdsong, any type of sound - but his favorite was when teddy explained what someone's voice looked like. somehow teddy's gift painted such a clear and vivid portrait of that person - and it was for that reason that jules had never asked about his own. but now, vulnerable as he was, he figured he had nothing more to lose. "it crushed me," he breathed. he hadn't eaten, slept only a few fitful hours at a time. regret had nearly consumed him, and he felt that he was only a shadow of his former self. "and yes, i do, more than anything." he took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh, looking down to meet teddy's gaze. his hand gently slid out of the other man's hair and down to frame his face, finally allowing himself to want everything he was offering. he opened his mouth to respond, but changed his mind at the very last moment. "would you come up here? please? it must be terribly uncomfortable sitting on the floor like that." if anyone should be on their knees it was julian, begging teddy for forgiveness. still, the two of them might at least be on the same level. "there's enough space for the two of us."

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he'd nodded even before the real question had been posed and fell silent for a long moment after to compose his response. "well, your... normal speaking register is a sort of... dark orange. very saturated. actually," a momentary pause. "your voice is like a.. a spectrum of sunset colours. your real laugh," because he'd heard enough to differentiate, "is bright yellow and sort of spiky -- staccato. but nice. warm. the rest sort of flow like silk, or running water. smooth." he made a vaguely flowing gesture with one hand. "when you speak lowly, or sort of quietly, it's more of a deep pink, almost red." he paused. "if that makes sense." teddy cleared his throat. settling back into his previous position, his eyes slipped close for only a moment before hastily reopening to intently study jules' face as he spoke. "if you were a bad person, that would not be the case," murmured softly, lips twitching into a slight smile as he leaned into the touch. "it's quite comfortable, actually," happy to grant the request, though, he moved to occupy the space next to the other, knees tucked to his chest. "better?"

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"more like exclusive rights," forrest assured with a grin. he had never much minded being photographed, but it had never been as enjoyable as it was with malik - even in the middle of a war zone. he could only imagine how much more pleasant it would be in civilian life. he giggled slightly at his boyfriend's affection, his point about the other man being cute now indisputably proven. "yeah, i don't have too much to pack: some clothes, my tools - but there are a coupla pieces of furniture i made that i'd like to bring. we can always put 'em in storage if they don't work out in your apartment - 'scuse me, flat - but either way i'd like to have 'em close."

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"oh, absolutely. i appreciate that," he gave a resolute nod and chuckled quietly. it would be nice to have what actually felt like exclusive rights over forrest -- not in a possessive way -- but without the military, or work pulling them in opposite directions their time was really their own. malik intended to rinse every moment for all it was worth. "it should be good. it's pretty, uh... bare bones. this is the most time i've ever spent there, so i never really decorated that much." pressed another kiss to the top of fenn's head. "our flat," corrected gently. "what did you make?"

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"now, why would i feel the need to do that when you've already agreed to book us a holiday?" will pointed out with a grin. "i'm just reinforcing your point about what a delight you are - other than the mild to moderate histrionics i mentioned, of course." he rolled his eyes at the backhanded compliment, making no move to return the small kiss. "you think of it as nagging, i think of it as showing you that i care about you and want you to care for yourself. toe-may-toe, toh-mah-toe." he murmured a lovesick syllable as laurie brushed his nose against will's, already won back over - as he always was eventually. he belonged wholly in laurie's orbit, and he had happily accepted his fate. "i might need to hear some of those reasons," he said softly. "i soothed your ego and you should return the favor, especially with all this talk of nagging and being annoying. your poor husband had a hard day, y'know."

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"a holiday might not be the only thing you want," he countered, eyeing his husband with thinly-veiled playful suspicion. "i have to say, you're not doing a very good job by bringing up histrionics every chance you get." though he was self-aware enough not to try and argue the point. he was prone to dramatics and enjoyed indulging in them. such was the spice of life. laurie hummed, pausing his hair exploration to rest his hand on the back of will's neck, twisting a few curls at the nape of his neck around a finger. "mmh. same thing," reiterated with a knowing smile, though he again punctuated it with a small kiss, just to demonstrate his appreciation. "oh? i'm sure that can be arranged." stretched slightly to brush his lips across will's forehead. "i'm sorry you had a hard day, darling. i'll look after you -- and i'll even take back the nagging comment. why don't we go and sit down, order more food than we could ever possibly eat, and i'll work on the very long list of reasons i adore you."

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"oh, sure you didn't," wes replied, momentarily hypnotized by the movements of jasmine's legs. their sex life was quite a healthy one, of course, but every single time she came home he felt like he'd just been rescued from ten years spent alone on a deserted island. he had always lived to make people laugh, the satisfaction from hearing titters and chuckles and full-on guffaws making him feel like he had a purpose in life, but jasmine's laugh in particular was absolute magic and he would never get enough. "how dare you imply i was ever trying to be professional," he said, resting his hand over hers. he bit his lip and let his gaze drop to her own mouth, then grinned and met her eyes again. "no, sorry, i can't do the sexy thing, 'cause you're just so bloody adorable as well as gorgeous. have i already told you that about eighteen times today?"

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she scoffed in exaggerated offence, watching him watch her and enjoying every second of it as if she hadn't seen this exact movie hundreds, if not thousands of times. jas turned her hand the second wes placed his over it to lace their fingers, tilting her head to one side. "i thought you were the epitome of professionalism before that lapse," free hand came to rest on his chest and she laughed again. "aw, but that was really the best you've done yet. you did the little movie look into their eyes-then their lips-then their eyes again. it was very good," slid her hand up from his chest to pat his cheek and then into his hair to bring him closer by the back of his head. "i don't know about eighteen, but it does sound familiar." stretched slightly to kiss the tip of his nose. "but i'll never get bored of it, if that's what you're worried about." jas scratched the back of his head lightly. "have i told you today that you're the best guy around? and crazy handsome to boot? i don't think i have... shame on me."