10/10 would care for you 10/10 would tuck you in 10/10 would cuddle 10/10 would make sure you get to sleep okay 10/10 would make you breakfast in the morning
Gob: Let me ask you something. Is this a business decision, or is it personal? ‘Cause if it’s business I’ll go away happily. But if it’s personal, I’ll go away… but I won’t be happy.
It’s not as if it was discussed and planned in advance. I was falling apart. He found me and took me in.
It was the idea that made the most sense.
I fear what the alternative could be if you had been left, broken and maddened, wandering without any destination or consideration for your own well-being. Bringing you into my home, under my care, was the right thing to do. I refuse to believe otherwise.
Plus, at the time, I firmly believed in my heart that it was what he would have wanted. That in his absence you wouldn’t face the rest of an eternity (or as little as a year, destructive as you were) alone. I was happy to do it. In your company, in your adopted mannerisms, it allowed me to see bits of him again peeking through. (Deny what you will of your commonalities. You are both too deep in the skin of the other for there not to be shared traits anymore.)
It patched a void in my own aching heart. I would do it again without hesitation.
the-gentleman-chronicler: #(This is perfection.)#(Though David will barter his arse for that Borders gift card.)#(Thank you!)#iwantmyiwtv#(Step Three: Have her open the box!)
So, my cousin and I were talking about the first five VC books (I just recently got her into them and she loves them) and she noticed my copy of Prince Lestat sitting next to me. She reached for it like ‘oh, is that the new book? i should give it a read’ and I SLAPPED it out of her hand like a zookeeper spanking a monkey. I told her ‘NO! IF YOU LOVE THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES AND CALL YOURSELF A FAN YOU WILL NOT EVER EVER READ THAT BOOK!’ and she just looked at me like I put the fear of god in her and basically promised to never it.
