UPDATE<3! You posted this when I was one minute away fron leaving home to go to class and I was this close to skipping class so I could sit down and read it. I read it on the way to class instead, but still, this close. ;)
Here endeth the het-sex. Hooray!!! \o/\o/\o/
Oh, Reid. That's seriously the weirdest dream ever. Luke and Katie would be an hilarious and disturbing combination XD.
But I love how Reid is dealing with this, how he's analyzing everything and coming to terms with the fact that he might be gay and/or attracted to Luke and being so awesomely Reid-like about it.
Bond with? Connect with on a personal level? What did that even mean? Did he want to share secrets with Luke? Braid his hair? Oh, gosh, the visual!
The hospital had long since stopped being a safe haven. Not only were thoughts of Luke violating the sanctity of Reid’s work with disturbing frequency, but should the Luke-stimulus ever be present for real - no matter how absorbed Reid might be parsing test results or enlightening a nurse, just the possibility of having heard Luke’s voice would cause Reid’s attention to slip toward the sound like quicksilver from a shattered thermometer. If Luke weren’t, in fact, there, then Reid would deal with the disappointment, the self-disgust, by snapping at the nearest inferior (i.e., anyone). If it had been Luke’s voice - if he were there, real, near - just a glimpse would bring both lightness and leadenness. And I pretty much adore this entire paragraph right here.
He remembered which response had been his. And this is an awesome line to end the chapter with.
Here endeth the het-sex.
Hooray!!! \o/\o/\o/
Oh, Reid. That's seriously the weirdest dream ever. Luke and Katie would be an hilarious and disturbing combination XD.
But I love how Reid is dealing with this, how he's analyzing everything and coming to terms with the fact that he might be gay and/or attracted to Luke and being so awesomely Reid-like about it.
Bond with? Connect with on a personal level? What did that even mean? Did he want to share secrets with Luke? Braid his hair?
Oh, gosh, the visual!
The hospital had long since stopped being a safe haven. Not only were thoughts of Luke violating the sanctity of Reid’s work with disturbing frequency, but should the Luke-stimulus ever be present for real - no matter how absorbed Reid might be parsing test results or enlightening a nurse, just the possibility of having heard Luke’s voice would cause Reid’s attention to slip toward the sound like quicksilver from a shattered thermometer. If Luke weren’t, in fact, there, then Reid would deal with the disappointment, the self-disgust, by snapping at the nearest inferior (i.e., anyone). If it had been Luke’s voice - if he were there, real, near - just a glimpse would bring both lightness and leadenness.
And I pretty much adore this entire paragraph right here.
He remembered which response had been his.
And this is an awesome line to end the chapter with.
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The author in me is giddy you were tempted, and the teacher in me is relieved you resisted. :)
Thanks for all your comments! So glad you liked the last line - I envisioned that ending months ago.
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