Start to sing again
Who: Bret and Jemaine
What: So I wrote this journal I have something to say. :|
When: Friday, March 19th
Where: Their apartment
Bret closed his journal. Well, he'd certainly learned a lot about his friends.
And maybe something about Jemaine.
Possibly.
Maybe.
He'd have to ask.
Bret leaned back precariously in his chair, doing his best impression of nonchalance before toppling forward again and hitting his chest against the table. His hands squeezed the wood (augh, bad timing for an innuendo) of the table where they'd fallen. Man, okay. Maybe he got the whole being afraid thing.Though he was afraid of something very specific, unlike Ianto's list of reasons why Jemaine could be similarly afraid.
But if he didn't address the fear, it couldn't bother him. So he wouldn't.
Instead, he cleared his throat and turned to Jemaine, a serious expression in place. "Jemaine, I need to say something."
What: So I wrote this journal I have something to say. :|
When: Friday, March 19th
Where: Their apartment
Bret closed his journal. Well, he'd certainly learned a lot about his friends.
And maybe something about Jemaine.
Possibly.
Maybe.
He'd have to ask.
Bret leaned back precariously in his chair, doing his best impression of nonchalance before toppling forward again and hitting his chest against the table. His hands squeezed the wood (augh, bad timing for an innuendo) of the table where they'd fallen. Man, okay. Maybe he got the whole being afraid thing.Though he was afraid of something very specific, unlike Ianto's list of reasons why Jemaine could be similarly afraid.
But if he didn't address the fear, it couldn't bother him. So he wouldn't.
Instead, he cleared his throat and turned to Jemaine, a serious expression in place. "Jemaine, I need to say something."