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8 pages, Audiobook
First published June 23, 2020
“Which poor man?” Will asked carefully.
“The man who—he lives in the Alps and has an overbearing father.”
Will closed the book. “I think we’ll leave the rest of this novel for when you’re more lucid,” he said, his mouth twitching in a badly suppressed smile, “but I will always cherish the description of Victor Frankenstein as an overbearing parent.”
–and–
He knew Will liked women, but that didn’t mean he only liked women. Martin was fairly sure he himself liked women as much as he liked men, which was to say not particularly much. He supposed he was capable of being attracted to anybody, as long as they were Will Sedgwick.
–and–
“If you can be stupid for me, then I can be stupid for you.”
“You’re stupid no matter what you do,” Will said, trying very hard to sound like he wasn’t about to cry.
On a good day Will barely felt competent to manage his own life, and being responsible for another person’s—the most precious person’s—was daunting at best. He was not in the habit of eating regular meals or keeping predictable hours, but now he had to keep track of Martin’s medicines and make sure he drank and ate a few times a day. And Martin fought him every step of the way, as if Will’s ministrations were an annoyance, as if he wished Will had left him to rot in London.
–and–
Will stared hard at his friend, saw how his profile was caught in the setting sun, and was struck by how fleeting this all could be. A chill, a cough, and Martin could be gone. He was filled with a wave of—not sorrow, because the time for that had come and gone—but the urge to make this count. If their time was finite, then he ought to—he didn’t know what. He ought to take these tiny incandescent moments and figure out a way to hold them in his heart.
“You’re allowed to be greedy and grasping. You’re allowed to be cross with him. That’s sometimes what love is. It’s not all sweetness and light.”Initially, I thought I'd borrow it, but it wasn't long until I got sick of waiting and bought it and I couldn't be more glad I did. I knew I'd love it. I read the whole series just to get to it. And in the end, yes, my instincts were once again correct. It literally couldn't fit my preferences better and I devoured it in a span of a few hours.
“How long are you here for?”It's not a love heals all story. Neither of them is all well and good by the end, but they learn to live with it, and I loved that. I also liked that their love was a prickly thing, that even though they've been pining for each other for their whole lives, they mess up a lot and are terrible with feelings and use idiot as a term of endearment. So good. I have said before I like my romance soft and sweet, and it was that, but there are no cinnamon rolls here.
“Well, at least I don’t have a monopoly on idiocy.”
Will stared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m here, full stop, because it’s my home, because—as you said two minutes ago—it’s where you are, you monumental lackwit.”