My first thought on seeing the title is that this story would be a continuation of the afterglow-on-the-ceiling canon scene, and I was wondering how you would pull that off on the gfic side of the MB.
Once I had my expectations adjusted, I was still eager to read the story.
But … but nobody loves me. How can you love me?
Ouch. Such raw emotions.
Whenever I have on my glasses I'm hiding my powers, and whenever I have on the suit I'm hiding my identity.
I've read many revelation stories, but rarely have I seen this sentiment put so elegantly.
he idly wondered how long it would be until they finally did 'joint tax returns'
You've done the impossible. You've made me want to file taxes.
Brava!
Joy,
Lynn
