When he said he loved Jean Luc's dimples, he was serious. When he expressed his childlike relish in her relationship with Worf, he was serious. He was like an onion; playfulness was under seriousness under playfulness again in layer after layer.
Lying here with Q was uncannily like lying there with himself.
long enough to lose my interest before the halfway point. i'll come back to it later with some attention span. and i really ought to fix the close italics tag that's missing somewhere.
Lying here with Q was uncannily like lying there with himself.
long enough to lose my interest before the halfway point. i'll come back to it later with some attention span. and i really ought to fix the close italics tag that's missing somewhere.