Dear Polly, Tom wishes you, for some reason I can’t understand, to consider the human back
Tfw your life is already a huge mess and basically a countdown til evil fairies take your soul, your quartet is having financial troubles and then your Hero Apprentice sends you her great narrative with a very emotional and heroic and yet fanfiction-like scene (about the smooth, powerful muscles) that can kill people and break glasses with the power of Sentimental Drivel and you’re aware of yours and her power to make imaginary things real so you probably cannot avoid the scene (about the muscles) irl too—
Imo, people underestimate Tom and his ability to maintain his hell of life in a certain balance and even give good writing advice
MR. DON’T DO THAT TO THE BOOK IS THERE
