They never argued about pointless things.

Maybe sometimes they argued about things they could have avoided arguing over, but the things that they discussed in raised voices and sometimes with fists and kicks were always things that needed to be addressed. But very, very rarely were they things that needed to be argued so passionately, so heatedly ( Read more... )

“You look like shit,” Arthur said almost conversationally, lingering in Francis’ doorway, eyes watching the Frenchman with a concern that belied his words.

Francis snorted and made a conscious effort not to curl up in the chair he was sitting in; it would bring far more pain than it was worth. “As usual your concern is touching. How did you get ( Read more... )