helena and glendan and i had an encounter with a gang of pelicans yesterday. photos to follow.
18 juin : Les deux visages de Rose Byrne
James shook his head. No, he had nothing on tomorrow. The sluggish memory of his work mobile inbox reared its ugly head, and he washed it back with his last shot of—whatever.
He followed the initial gesture up with a verbalisation; it occurred to him that for some reason it might need clarification. More for himself, he realised: it confirmed a feeling of peace, a fickle state though it was.
"Nah. It just crept up on me." James put a warm pat on Moran’s arm. Sebastian had been welcome company so far; the perfect line between familiarity and unobtrusiveness. Their meetings were generally irregular—this might be the last night he could fully and trustingly sink into for a while. Why not scrape the most out of it? "You want to try somewhere else, mate? I know this great little Moroccan place. Does some really nice beer."
Sebastian shrugged, glancing down at his watch. If Jim had been at home, he’d have been back hours ago, if he’d ever even left him in the first place.
"Yeah, why not," he said, getting slightly unsteadily to his feet. It wasn’t good, being tipsy, getting drunk. He never knew when he might be called upon to aim straight. "Let’s get out of here," he said determinedly, because Jim wasn’t here and he wasn’t going to have to aim straight until he was.
Well you’ve got it.
I never feel more valued than when I’m with you, boss.
This is getting worse every second.
I couldn’t agree more. professorjimstiger
Yeah you did.
popped into the louvre today and who should i find waiting for me but sebrian himself
"I’m busy. Go away."
moran-sm: #goddamnit boss
Is there something you needed, Moran?
Your attention, as always, boss.