[ That admission immediately casts all of his memories in a new light. How could he have allowed himself such an enormous blind spot? Maybe Mikotoba's patient kindness—extended to most everyone—was to blame. The same shown to Sholmes wasn't out of the ordinary—even if, he now wonders, his own eccentric behavior made this uniquely challenging. Perhaps that in itself should have been damning evidence: that the man could weather the storm of his chaos long enough to see the semblance of calm on the other side of it.
At the embrace, Sholmes’ own arms tighten in kind, and the warmth he finds threatens a fresh spate of tears. He blinks them back and clears his throat in an attempt to restore the stiff upper lip that is his British birthright. ]
What a fine pair of lovestruck laggards we make! [ He lifts his head to plant a firm peck on Mikotoba's cheek, then gives him a playful tug sideways to sprawl on the grass. The last of the flowerworks pop overhead, casting warm flashes over the blue, moonless night. ] I must say, that shock of grey was the spark that lit the fire under my feet. I thought to myself: Sholmes, I must lay claim to this fine man before we’re both in the sere and yellow.
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At the embrace, Sholmes’ own arms tighten in kind, and the warmth he finds threatens a fresh spate of tears. He blinks them back and clears his throat in an attempt to restore the stiff upper lip that is his British birthright. ]
What a fine pair of lovestruck laggards we make! [ He lifts his head to plant a firm peck on Mikotoba's cheek, then gives him a playful tug sideways to sprawl on the grass. The last of the flowerworks pop overhead, casting warm flashes over the blue, moonless night. ] I must say, that shock of grey was the spark that lit the fire under my feet. I thought to myself: Sholmes, I must lay claim to this fine man before we’re both in the sere and yellow.