Hey... lovely!

I don't know how to explain how this made me feel... first of all, relief or surprise or something to read a domestic fic that actually portrays a lot of the real bits of domesticity... the uncertainty and the odd feelings and the fact that figuring each other out is not always a simple process. And that being uncertain about the other person can make you uncertain about yourself. That's what I see in it, anyway.

I can really relate to Shane in this. I know pretty much nothing about the actual Shane, I've only seen photos and heard random mentions. But your Shane, here. yes, I totally understand him, and I think you wrote him so beautifully real.

I found myself getting kinda cranky at Brendon for the little things that seem thoughtless (inviting people over & rearranging stuff, wanting dogs despite the allergies...) but then, my husband has stuff like that that my friends/family think I should be annoyed about, but I'm actually not. People are just like that. And you love them because you love them.

Meh. I am tired and rambling. Love your work, lovely!