The e-mail was unprepossessing, that is to say, there was no fancy html or anything to it. Just a subject of Happy birthday, Dale! and the contents were a short bit of text wishing him all the very wonderful best, and a link ( Read more... )

It was Monday, and even when visiting - and having taken the day off - Aaron kept himself busy while Dale was in classes. It was only fair, since he was going to only be back late tomorrow, and Law School was no joke.

( But then, neither was this. Them. )

They had very many ways to wake each other in the morning, but there was something warm about drifting back to consciousness to the feel of Dale's gentle fingers carding through his tangled curls which not even the worst of days could take away from Aaron.

( And let the long weekend commence! )

( It had been a good idea, too... )