LONDON IS AWESOME and I suck because I am taking no pictures! Sometimes I draw things, and those will be up on Wordpress when I get home, but basically I am tremendously happy and never remember to post to LJ about it and probably never will. Sorry.
Meanwhile, in more normal-type news,
catwalksalone is doing an It's Okay To Say I Love You
fest, about how it is totally cool for men to say "I love you"! And there is lovely fic in the comments-- a lot of it is fandoms I don't know and I'm generally not much into m/m at all any more, full stop, but I went intently through and loved them all even so.
So, here, have a thing. This is a completely self-indulgent ficlet, and I mean that quite literally, because I wrote it a couple of months ago to cheer myself up and never meant to post it. But I like to feel I am still contributing something to the Internet while I'm gone-ish, so I cleaned it up to inflict on you folks.
Hilary is woken by the creak of floorboards in the hall, 1200 words of fluff ensue.