go. team. me. to bed, next.
The current Numb3rs thing is now the third-longest fic I have ever written, complete or not. It's not far out of second, where, as God is my witness, it will stay.
The words that make it longer than That Good Night are as follows, and I quote:
...Why yes, yes I do have a spreadsheet with word counts on it. Naturally.
The words that make it longer than That Good Night are as follows, and I quote:
it, all right? Chin up."
Charlie's eyes widened a little and then closed, but he obediently tilted his chin up. Don left the water running, so that there'd be some sound in the tiny space other than the two of them breathing, and set the free fingers of his left hand against Charlie's jaw, holding him still as Don started to shave him.
Charlie flinched at the first touch of the razor, his eyes squeezing tightly shut.
...Why yes, yes I do have a spreadsheet with word counts on it. Naturally.
