fun fact about fic writers. every time they post anything at all, they slide into one of the circles of hell while they await a response and their brain turns into a endlessly echoing refrain that this time people have seen through the facade, and now know that your writing is pure garbage.
This Sunday, Aaron and Seb fell asleep in one of the lounge chairs underneath the alder tree in the Mill garden while Robert tried to solve a crossword puzzle next to them.
