Tonight I’m feeling all kinds of nostalgia. I want to see Dan and Casey on my TV telling me about The Sports. I want to watch John Sheppard get so emotionally constipated that he'd rather fly his F302 into a sun rather than tell Rodney how he feels, while Parrish goes on and on about some new plant until Lorne kisses him silly. I want Merlin to get kidnapped and watch Arthur menace every single person in his kingdom until Merlin is safe. I want to read about Bitty baking a few pies for the Haus while Ransom & Holster jam out, Lardo & Shitty get high on the Reading Room, Chowder & Caitlin snuggle, Nursey & Dex argue about every. little. thing. and Jack comes to the Haus unexpectedly and wraps Bitty up in his arms. I want Monroe to torture Nick Burkhardt with some new vegan recipe and they play argue until they get called to Grimm duties. I want Donald Strachey to take Timothy Callahan by the hand, put down his martini, and dance one more slow song in the moonlight.
I miss all my boys tonight.
