Jensen worries at his lip with his teeth and mulls the thought over. He wants, for probably the second time in his life, to be the person that someone wants to keep around. He thinks it wouldn’t be so hard, if Jared wanted stuff from him, if he wanted presents or work or free modeling or even--even sex. He could give it, or decide the cost’s too high. To just sit, to let Jared do for him, he’s not sure how that would work.

My chest hurts, Janelly. You make me achey and sore with this verse and I really feel like I want to cry. Because Jensen is not okay, by any definition. He might be better than before, but his is not okay.

I would talk about Jared, but I can't. Jensen has taken up all of my attention, and I cannot wait to talk to you about Smitty in The Only Alien on the Planet and the similarities between the two.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have a jag now...