He hadn't written on his blog in a while. He hadn't felt like it. He hated writing about himself. But when Sebastia had dropped into his life, he had started writing again. Not on his old blog, of course. He wasn't stupid. But tucked away in his own little corner of the internet, he chronicled their adventures. The first time they met. The first time he patched her up. The first time they kissed. He kept all the little milestones. All the little adventures. He didn't know how long he would be able to hold onto her, so he had to have something to remember her by, right?