Thanks, sahem!

It's one of those truisms I must write to correct. Fictional true love always seems to overcome all problems including the inherent weirdness of sharing a bed when you're used to sleeping alone. Time and practise is what makes tangling limbs work.

So glad you like the kids! It's always dangerous working kids into stories - it definitely makes me a wary reader. But these two have so much going on, it would be hard to turn them into cutesy caricatures. Holly, for one, wouldn't stand for it. :-)

Oh, I know there are going to be non-Americanisms slipping through. My language is a hodge-podge of three different Englishes, so catching it all myself is hopeless. In other stories I've specifically gone searching for someone to catch them, but this story is so out of control huge, and since I don't actually know anyone in this fandom, I decided to just let it go. But seriously, if you ever want to point any out so I can fix them, I'd really love it, wouldn't be offended at all.

I'm really enjoying Elliot painting his own picture of Chris. It's so deliciously wrong.

S.