I was just having this conversation where the other half confessed to having shipped Kirk, Spock and McCoy in 'a loose threesome' and both halves of my soul were crying, but then this post happened and I don't think I'm capable of crying for a week, like. This is all kinds of perfect. You could bottle it and sell it as, uh, anti-depressant for fannish depression? Or something.

"he went to get the mail, absently noting that the other half of his soul had parked him in again."

Ahahahahaha best ever! ♥