So since last year's anniversary, I got James a ring.

Two down, the rest of my lifetime to go.

Heeee.

So... Bobby had been in the Nexus for a while, and got to see what Isamu's wet T-shirt contest came up with. When he PINpointed home, he was scowling- no, frowning- no, puzzling something over. "Hey, I'm home," he calls as he tosses keys and wallet and pinpoint on the hall stand. "Heya Harley..." he says to the dog, who's come to tell Bobby he's ( Read more... )

It's been five days since Bobby headed off to the Nexus. He's been gone since- though he has called several times to reassure James that he's okay, he just can't get home; that he's been not cheating, that Hermes says hello... and to wish James goodnight, and to check in on how Baron and Harley are, and to ask if the office has called ( Read more... )

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This time, last year, I'd been back from Twin Peaks for two days and was living in James' crappy apartment upstairs from that blond fucker who totally stared at his ass anytime said ass was in view and who I never slugged ( Read more... )

( since I never used this photo for an icon: yay, who does Bobby look like. )

Bobby and James have had a long day at the office. The aftermath of Hermes' little nightmare have taken a long time to get squared away... though mercifully, things have squared away at last: there's decent money coming in again ( Read more... )

I am pretty damn lucky.

Spider-Man says I'm smart.

You know that comment people make about having a small child inside of them? I finally believe it, because the little rugrat's running around in circles screaming 'yay'.

After one day in the office, the boys come home to find dinner laid out. A dinner composed of foods that James loves- and the high-end stuff James goes for, none of this mac-and-cheese stuff. Candles, a bottle of wine chilling in the ice bucket, and the stereo remote right at the front door- while James is gawping at the dinner setting, Bobby ( Read more... )