In some other realm, he tells him: he does glow, like a painting from antiquity, the colors packed in with old pigments and dyes like his favored indigo. But it's too saccharine and will sound the worst kind of sentimental. Crozier should spare them at least a little, as already they'll be pretending this wasn't happening in the morning. It's a wonderful game to be playing, though.
"You're relentless in everything to date," he tells him, a compliment. "But in that you'll fail, Mr Jopson."
Crozier's just not going to be sick of him, see.
Oh and he was supposed to go easy on it, spare them anything that sounded too serious. He'll blame the drink. A safe haven, alcohol is. Instead of letting his mouth run on further, he puts it to better use, and kisses him.
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"You're relentless in everything to date," he tells him, a compliment. "But in that you'll fail, Mr Jopson."
Crozier's just not going to be sick of him, see.
Oh and he was supposed to go easy on it, spare them anything that sounded too serious. He'll blame the drink. A safe haven, alcohol is. Instead of letting his mouth run on further, he puts it to better use, and kisses him.