Oh. [... Man, how did that work? Wouldn't the hooves be a little bit of a concern and the positioning -- Okay now is not the time to think about that. She rubs his back in wide, slightly firm motions. Boxer is the only one allowed to cough into an eight hundred dollar dress, man. That's some real love.]

I feel like this is another reminder that I'm supposed to tell you about college if you tell me about your exes. [Because she just keeps forgetting to relate some of those adventures.

Also probably something awful like Law&Order or Bones type shows, fanfiction of that, where the fic writers characterizations are way more fleshed out and poignant than the actual crappy network writing.]