When Loki awoke that morning, he immediately realized they hadn't had the decency to shut the curtains the night before. The light had been soft in their room, given only by a singular lamp with a dull yellow hue, but he was sure if someone paid extra-close attention to their window, they may have seen a show.

Luckily enough, the sky beyond their window pane that morning was a rather depressing grey; not bright enough to rouse either of them from slumber, but just bright enough to not be able to ignore once one was awake. He sighed deeply, stretching his limbs out until his hands knocked against the headboard, and then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His bedmate wasn't far away, wrapped up in one of their two quilts, his shirt visible on the part of her shoulder that peaked out from beneath the blanket; he smiled.

In all their time together, Loki hadn't ever actually thought of taking Max to bed. Naturally, as any man would, he had fantasized about the possibilities, and he had occasionally thought of her when that ridiculous level of human arousal made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. However, he had fully planned to respect her wishes when it came to the subject matter: no bed-sharing unless they were together. It seems they had forgone her objections, considering they were both sleeping off the aftereffects of some alcohol and intimacy, and the repercussions of it all made Loki's head clouded.

Even though he had been the one to kiss her first (and how could he have resisted, really?), Max was the one to agree to everything beyond the bedroom door. He wasn't the type to take what wasn't willingly given, and if she had, for any moment, indicated that she wished to stop, he would have. Yes, it would have been unfortunate for him, and their relationship may have fallen back into an uncomfortable area that made cohabitating difficult, but Loki would have done it. But when he recalled the night's events as he lay there, hands behind his head, Max's soft breaths sounding to his left, he knew that there was no hint of denial in her.

Now, he wasn't going to say that their tryst felt right. He certainly wasn't delusional enough to say that it was "what he had wanted all along", or that it had opened his eyes to a world of possibilities between them. He still had every intention of leaving Midgard when the opportunity presented itself, but perhaps he may grant Max the option to come along for an adventure – should she wish it. Their sexual encounter had been… nice. No, beyond nice: pleasurable, relieving, and clarifying – for Loki, anyway. He felt appreciated, and it was so very obvious that her affections had come from a genuine part of her being. He was terribly fond of her, his ludicrous roommate, and Loki saw the step they made the previous night as a means to further their relationship.

Besides, his stay in this realm would surely be even more tolerable if he could have her whenever he wanted her. He was a man, after all. Naturally, he was aware that she would wish to discuss things; Max was not completely unreasonable as a woman, but Loki knew that she would need something from him. Considering nothing had changed for him, and no progress had been made, perhaps Loki may need something from her too.

She had certainly been one of his better bedmates, and he realized it was because not only did she give willingly, but she also took to satisfy her own means. He had been with women so submissive that he felt an immense pressure to perform, and then at the other end of the spectrum there were partners who acted as though he wasn't even there once they got themselves sorted. No, Max seemed to be just what he needed sexually – for now… and for a human. She was deliciously pliant when he needed her to be, and yet she clearly knew how to take. Soft skin, delectable moans, and legs that wrapped around him so snugly…

He glanced downward when he realized his mind had somehow drifted back to what they had been doing previously, and his body had begun to respond accordingly. An eyebrow cocked, and he shot Max a quick look, wondering if he dared press for another round only a matter of hours after they had finished. She stirred softly, and then rolled onto her side, her back facing him as she readjusted. The bedroom was certainly the time to be daring, was it not? Loki pursed his lips, and then followed her, settling himself directly up against her, chest to back, and then wrapped an arm around her waist.

A soft groan emitted from her at the contact, and he pushed her unruly hair out of the way so that he could just catch her eyelashes fluttering apart. He nuzzled into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, pleased that he could smell both the lingering remnant of his cologne mixed with her nature scent.

"Morning."

"Already?" she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes briefly before sliding her hand along his arm. "What time is it?"

"I don't know," he muttered as he shot a quick glance down to their joined hands. "I don't care."

"Me neither."

Her drowsy smile was infectious, and Loki planted a few soft kisses along the slope of her neck, quite pleased with the way she arched back against him. The hand that wove up into his hair was encouragement enough, and Loki propped himself up on his elbow, using his now free hand to wander below the covers and along the curves he liked best. She seemed a little unwilling to kiss him, turning her head to the side just slightly whenever he tried, and he recalled she had serious contentions with what she called "morning breath".

No matter. He certainly did not need to kiss her to get what he wanted, and from the slickness he found between her thighs, neither did she. He smirked at her sharp intake of breath when he slipped a thumb inside, quite pleased to find her so receptive first thing in the morning.

"Did you have pleasant dreams?" he murmured against her hair, toying with her just gently enough to make her moan.

"Oh, just the best…"

He chuckled; it was difficult not to get a boost in one's self-confidence when someone was clearly so appreciative of one's bedroom skills. Loki was also infinitely pleased that he had worked out most of her triggers earlier on in their relationship, knowing most of the places where he ought to linger, tease, or only apply the gentlest of pressures in order to make her squirm in ecstasy. Judging by the way her hands fisted the pillow, her lips slightly parted and eyes pressed shut, this morning would be no different than any other time, though his need for satisfaction quickly overpowered his desire to take his time with her.

With that in mind, he pulled out of her, fingers sticky with arousal, and yanked the covers back; if he could, he always wanted to see her legs. She began to turn onto her back, but before she could get very far, he grasped her hips and firmly rolled her onto his stomach. Now, he knew that not every woman would be comfortable with that particular position, having had several very vocal objections in the past, and he lingered for a moment on his knees, nestled between her long legs. He let himself dance the tips of his fingers along her calves, swirling upward to her thighs, and he grinned when he saw her skin prickle. Yet still, he waited and waited, until Max finally glanced over her shoulder at him, both eyebrows up and a sly smile on her lips.

There. That was what he needed. He took her firmly by the hips, and then hoisted her onto her knees as she propped herself up by her elbows, once again pleased with his situation. If he had been dealing with some virginal, inexperienced girl, he knew he wouldn't have been able to get away with any of his desires. She wasn't the most practiced woman he had ever been with, but she suited him just fine.

"This shirt is far too big for you," he commented absently, toying with the fabric of his shirt with one hand as the other slid his undergarment down. He gave himself a stroke for good measure, though it was hardly needed.

"Maybe you should have taken it off?" she mused, shooting him another look over her shoulder. He cocked his head to the side, smirking at her, and then shook his head as he grabbed a hold of her hips again.

"No," Loki insisted. He then filled her in a single thrust, which earned him a surprised cry from his lover. He clenched his teeth together, having temporarily forgotten just how good she felt, and tried not to add more spots to her already bruised hips. When he knew that the sound she made hadn't come from a pained place, he tried to focus enough to get the rest of his quip out. "I like it where it is…"

Not necessarily as debonair as he had thought it might be, but as he pulled out completely and pushed into her again, right down to the hilt, he assumed the line had worked. He started slow, cursing this feeble body for having absolutely no stamina, and soon realized he wasn't going to manage even half the time he had lasted the previous night. His pace sharpened, each thrust hard and pointed against her, and her little breathy squeaks and incoherent words only made things worse.

Well, not worse – technically her vocalizations made everything immeasurably better, but worse for his endurance. It seemed that all the odds were against him anyway, as she felt even tighter now than she had before, and shortly after they started, Max was already clenching urgently around him. Ridiculous woman.

He licked his lips, desperately willing himself to endure longer than some fumbling boy, but it seemed that once again humanity had gotten the better of him. When she shifted her legs closer together, her back arched forward and head thrown back, he nearly lost himself – so dreadfully close, and it seemed as though they had barely started. He tried to take his mind off of the situation at hand, ignoring the way her hair begged for him to yank on it to expose her neck, which would be perfect for nibbling on…

Damn it.

He glared upward, mentally cursing every inch of human flesh upon him, and then leaned forward slightly to rest a hand against the wall. Max had begun meeting his thrusts with eager movements of her own, pushing her body back greedily each time he slammed against her. He then sent his spare hand to roam down the warm skin of her back, pushing beneath the fabric of his borrowed shirt and stopping when he reached the base of her neck.

Unfortunately, he lost himself with she whimpered his name weakly, and his hand tightened in a clump of her hair as his pace came an abrupt halt, every muscle in his body spasming beyond his control. For a moment, the world was a haze, and all he could feel were the little ripples of pleasure shooting throughout his limbs. A groan caught in his throat when she clenched around him, purposefully prolonging the feeling, and he somehow managed to hiss her name.

When clarity resumed, he realized he had inadvertently shoved her face down into the bed, and he eased up on his grip for the sake of her breathing capabilities. He wished he could have lasted longer. Lovemaking had always been such an extravagant affair, one in which he and a woman could waste the hours away together, and yet he figured this tryst hadn't last more than ten minutes.

It was pathetic. He was pathetic.

Max moaned faintly as he pulled out of her, and then rolled onto her side with a sigh. He could only imagine the critique to follow, accompanied by a few uncomfortable comments here and there, and therefore kept his eyes averted as he situated himself back against the headboard of the messy bed. If only his head could have been clearer in the aftermath of fornication; as if finishing too early wasn't bad enough, Loki found that his entire body seemed out of commission for a good twenty minutes after he reached a climax, whether with someone or on his own. This was not conducive for defending his terrible stamina to her – at all.

He arched an eyebrow when he spotted her smiling contentedly, an arm curved up for her head to rest on. Her other hand found a spot on his knee, thumb casually stroking the still sensitive flesh at the start of his thigh, and she let out a little giggle.

"Don't get used to that," she insisted suddenly, which only made his frown deepen. "Morning sex is a treat that I definitely don't give out all that often."

He noticed her cheeks flush when their eyes met, and he simply blinked down at her in stupid disbelief. That was all that she had to say to him? His head seemed to move on its own accord, nodding as she gazed up at him. "Noted."

"Not that I didn't enjoy myself," she said quickly, seeming to fumble over her words a little. "I just don't… That's… Yeah, that's me. I'm an… afternoon-delight type of girl."

Loki hadn't the slightest idea what that even meant, but he assumed it had something to do with preferring sex in the afternoon – that was the logical deduction anyway. However, he quickly noticed her becoming embarrassed, spying the way she tensed and fidgeted, and he tried to sweep the feeling away by combing her hair behind her shoulders. She stayed still for a moment, eyes shut as he stroked her cheek, and when he pulled back, it seemed as though the slight mortification had disappeared.

Not that he could understand what she had to fret over, but it seemed there were still a number of things about this woman that he couldn't quite understand.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower quickly," she told him after a few long moments of silence, and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before scuttling off to the bathroom.

When he heard the door shut behind her, he shot himself a quick glance in the mirror and wondered if he always looked this dumbfounded when they were together.

Max stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, her head wrapped in a fluffy white hotel towel, and then rolled her eyes. Afternoon-delight type of girl? Ugh. Where the hell did that come from, and why did it have to come out of her mouth? Luckily for her, the reference seemed to fly right over Loki's head, and she hoped he may just let it go with minimal teasing later.

That morning hadn't gone at all how she anticipated it would go. Mostly, Max assumed they would get up, go to breakfast, and then awkwardly avoid their necessary discussions for the rest of the day. Then, sometime later, Max would corner him and demand they speak about what had transpired, after which she would discover Loki was too drunk to even remember what he had done, and everything would shoot to Hell. Well, perhaps not quite that terrible, but she definitely hadn't expected to be awoken by her roommate with a quick snuggle, leading right into morning sex, which she was actually completely fine with.

It wasn't necessarily her favourite thing ever; she had had a boyfriend in the past who loved to start the day off with sex, but it wasn't really Max's deal. Their breath was always bad, and she was generally stiff from a restless night of sleeping in a bed that was slightly too small with another person taking up most of the space. Today, however, she woke up feeling quite relaxed; since there were two quilts between them, it seemed neither had hogged the blankets, and it was a minor victory when she discovered Loki wasn't the type to snore.

Just as it had been previously, the sex was good; no, the sex was probably just a little bit better than good, especially for the morning. It went on for just the right amount of time, and if they had gone on any longer, she may have had to take matters into her own hands – potentially literally. She knew there wasn't going to be an end for her, even with Loki's skilled digits, which meant that if it dragged on too long, the sex stopped being fun and started to feel like a chore.

Even if the morning had been enjoyable thus far, Max still knew there was a chance it could go downhill if the situation wasn't handled properly. As she traced over some of the faded bite-marks on her shoulders, she tried to formulate the speech she planned to use on him. They had done the deed that Max usually never did unless she was in a relationship, and as right as it felt, she couldn't let it happen again unless they were something. Even a tentative something was better than nothing at this point, and she was sure he would realize that.

Well. Hopefully. This could all still go very wrong.

After assessing the hickey situation – nothing too noticeable – and quickly popping in a birth control pill before she forgot, Max wrapped herself in another white towel, and then stepped out of the steamy bathroom. She spied Loki seated on the window ledge, dressed to the nines in his boxers as he fiddled with his cell phone. He glanced up at her immediately and then raised an eyebrow at her.

"Did you use all the towels?"

"No," she snapped, unable to keep the smile from her face as he slid off the ledge and tossed his phone on their modified bed. "There's still one left."

"So generous of you," he remarked, crouching down just enough to wrap his arms around her waist. She squealed a little as he hoisted her up, their lips meeting for their first real kiss of the morning before he dumped her on the bed. The jostle ended up loosening the towel in her hair, and she kicked at the back of his legs as he sauntered away, which made him laugh. He then darted into the bathroom, and shortly after she heard the shower start up.

This was good. They were good. She swallowed thickly and then sat up, pushing the towel completely off her head and combing her fingers through her wet, matted hair. It was easy for her mind to run from situation to situation, playing out all of their options over and over again for her on a continuous loop. Some were good with happy endings, whereas others finished with her looking for a new roommate; all of them consisted of her speaking with Loki about what had happened, and as she changed into a comfortable sweater and her oldest pair of jeans, she decided it needed to happen sooner rather than later.

By the time Loki finished in the shower, Max was nearly done blow-drying her hair, and they exchanged a brief smile when he emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist. She continued to dry her hair, preferring to give him a minute or two to get dressed for the day. Once the lengthy process of taming her thick hair was complete, she unplugged the machine, wrapped the cord neatly, and then set it on the desk. Loki had opted for a sweater as well, but paired it with a fresh set of boxers; apparently, he had no intention of leaving the room just yet.

"Okay, so," she started, turning back to face him, hands clasped together in front of her. "Can we have a talk?"

The sigh he gave might have been considered dismissive, perhaps even weary, but the expression on his face indicated nothing of the sort. Instead, he patted the spot on the bed directly in front of him, and then cleared his throat. "Yes, let's get this over with."

"Well, we don't have to if you're going to be a dick about it," she snapped, cringing at the childish undertones it took. He shot her a look.

"Max," he said stiffly. "I'm very hungry, and it's becoming a bit of a distraction. Sit and tell me what you need to say, and then we're getting breakfast."

She pursed her lips, unable to figure out what to make of him at the moment, and then hesitantly crawled onto the bed. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, she tucked her hair behind both ears, and then took a deep breath.

"So, you know I don't do this… stuff unless I'm seeing the guy," she began, and he leaned his head back against the headrest, staring at her down the tip of his nose. "And now I've done it twice, so I'm kind of being a hypocrite… So we either need to start seeing each other, or we need to figure something out, because we clearly can't live together without… doing… stuff."

"Eloquent as always."

She smacked his leg, which made them both laugh, and in the process she felt some of her nerves faze out.

"So?" She fiddled with a loose string on the seam of her jeans. "What do you think?"

He gave her a hard stare, and then sighed again – she was getting sick of the sighing.

"I think," Loki started, straightening up and reaching out to take her hand, "that we should be… something. Feel free to tell people we are, if you'd like. I think at this point, it's the right thing to do. So, if you'll have me, I'm all yours."

She nibbled on her lower lip as she carefully dissected everything that he had said. It started off well, the middle was a little confusing, and ended perfectly. However, she couldn't simply let the middle bit slide because she had gotten what she wanted with minimal discussion.

"What… What do you mean it's the right thing to do?"

He shrugged. "Well, we have… slept together twice now. It seems irresponsible and rude of me to deny you any longer."

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, "but what? I want you to be with me because you want to be, not for some… weird… entirely out-of-date sense of morality."

Her cheeks prickled when they coloured, but she knew the root cause of it stemmed from irritation rather than embarrassment. Did he expect some sort of shot-gun wedding at the end of this because they spent the night together? How fucking kind of him.

She opened her mouth to throw something else out there, another snarl at the ridiculous notion of responsibility, but stopped when he squeezed her hand.

"Max," he said sharply. "That is one of the many reasons I would like to be with you. I simply thought it was the one that might… please you the most."

"Yeah, a little off the mark there," she scoffed, finally returning the pressure as she gripped his hand. "You could have just said I'm amazing and of course you'd like to date me, but we'll try again later."

"I am really hungry," he insisted, his tone laced an obviously false severity that made her laugh. She then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, one hand ghosting along his jawline as they fell into an easy rhythm. Somehow, she ended up in his lap, her legs folded awkwardly on either side of his, and Loki was the one to break the kiss just as her hands started to wander. "Food?"

"I guess," she mused, nipping at his lower lip and then falling back before he could return the favour, teeth chomping at nothingness. "Let me see what everyone else is doing."

A quick tap on his phone screen showed that it was nearly eleven, which meant at least someone had to be up and ready for a hotel buffet of eggs and bacon.

Or whatever else suited their hangovers.

"Put some shoes on, woman," Loki called as she started for the door. Max glanced down at her bare feet, and then shuffled back to her bag to dig out the slippers she had half-heartedly thrown in there. With those on, she blew Loki a cheeky kiss, and then disappeared out into the hallway.

The first stop on the tour, naturally, was Garret and Tiffany's room. Even if she had been fairly drunk when Max left, Tiffany had a tendency to rise at the crack of dawn after drinking, whether she was ready for it or not. Therefore, seeing as it was almost eleven, the duo had probably already been up for a few hours, and as Max raised a fist to their room's door, she hoped she wasn't interrupting anything too sensual. All worries were swept aside, however, when Garret opened the door with record speed, and she offered him a friendly grin.

"Hello, lovebird," he crooned, eyebrows bouncing on his forehead as he leaned on the door in a pair of white boxers and a grey t-shirt. She wrinkled her nose.

"Gross."

"You know," he said with a nod, straightening up and crossing his arms, "it felt wrong coming out of my mouth…" He trailed off as the sound of someone – most likely Tiffany – retching in the bathroom echoed behind him. Max's eyebrows shot up, and he nodded again, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. "You know what else is gross?"

"A puking, hungover girlfriend?" Max offered, and she laughed as they high-fived.

"Ten points to Max!"

"House points?"

"Hufflepuffs don't get house points-"

"I'm not a Hufflepuff-"

"Garret!"

Their nerdy banter came to an end as Tiffany wailed for assistance, and he shot her a pained look.

"I'm needed elsewhere."

"Loki and I were going to go get breakfast, but we'll… we'll just leave you guys with that," she insisted. "Feel better, Tiff!"

"Max!" The woman's voice trailed out of the bathroom, and she leaned to the side to take a quick peak through the open door. She flinched back when Tiffany's head appeared out of nowhere, her make-up still caked on her eyes. "Tell me about what happened last night…"

"When you don't smell like vomit, we'll talk," Max told her. Right on cue, the word "vomit" resonated just enough to send the woman back into the bathroom, and Garret shot her a bit of a glare before shutting the door. Max leaned in toward the crack as she whispered, "Have fun!"

As she turned down the hall, she spotted something she had never expected to see first thing in the morning: Ben, still dressed in the same clothes as the night before, slipping quietly out of Erica's room. It took him a moment or so to realize it was her in the hallway, and he came to an abrupt halt halfway between his and Erica's rooms.

Max wasn't necessarily in the mood to speak with him, as he had been a bit annoying while she was trying to dance the night before, but the awkward tension had hung between them for too long at this point – turning away would have been rude.

"Hey," she greeted as warmly as she could, sauntering down the hall toward him. "Did you just… Did you just come out of Erica's room?"

He licked his lips slowly, and then nodded, his hands drifting into his pockets. "Uh… Yeah."

"Oh my God," she gasped, taking a few steps closer to get in on the gossip. "Did she and Corey hook up in your room?"

Who hooked up with who wasn't necessarily the central focus of her world right now, but she knew Ben always felt a little bit better about himself when he was the first to tell someone anything, even if the news wasn't juicy. However, when he scratched the back of his head and glanced back toward the direction he had come from, Max frowned.

"No, they… didn't."

"Then why were you in her room?" Max gave him a onceover, just to make sure she hadn't gotten his outfit from the previous night mixed up with his daywear. Nope, he definitely saved that sweater-vest for the bar. An idea struck her before he could reply, and she smirked. "Did you hook up with her friend? Fuck, what was her name again?"

"Molly?"

"Yeah, her."

"No, I didn't… hook up with Molly."

Her frown deepened, "Then why…" She planted her hands on her hips, the idea too ridiculous for her to even articulate right away. "Did you… Did you spend the night with Erica?" Her jaw dropped when he gave a sheepish nod, and she smacked him with everything she had. "Ben!"

"What?" He huffed at her, blinking rapidly – a habit he did whenever he was flustered. "She was a lot of fun after you left last night."

"But it's Erica," she hissed. "We don't like her!"

"You don't like her," he clarified heatedly, leaning forward as their voices dropped in volume. Clearly they were both, on some level, aware that the other hotel guests had no desire to listen to them fight. "I don't mind her."

Max sputtered, and then rolled her eyes. "Bullshit, you do not!"

"Well, that's not really up for you to decide, is it?" He ran his hand through his hair, and then nodded down toward her room. "Did you… you know… with him?"

"That's not really any of your business."

"Oh, so my sex life is up for discussion, but yours isn't?"

"Well, my sex life doesn't end with me getting infected with whatever I'm sure she has!" Max sneered, leaning back and sucking her cheeks in with displeasure. "Congratulations… You've basically fucked the entire male population of St. Judith's."

"Grow up, Max."

"You grow up," she retorted, resisting the urge to poke her tongue out at him before storming off back down the hallway. She turned just before she made it back to her room and spotted him standing in the same spot where she had left him, and she threw her arms up. "Erica? Really?!"

Ben was the first to disappear back into his room, slamming the door noisily behind him, and Max followed shortly after. When she returned, still fuming at the recently learnt information, she found Loki on his cell phone, which was even more perplexing than Ben fucking Erica. He held up a long finger when their eyes met, and Max clambered onto the bed to rest against the headboard, limbs still a quiver with anger. True to his word, Loki was only on the phone for another minute or so, speaking in hushed tones that Max didn't pay particular attention to.

"What's the matter?"

"Ben slept with Erica," Max told him as she stared out the nearest window, her gaze unfocused. "Fucking Erica."

"That's… unfortunate," Loki offered. He crawled across the bed and wrapped himself around her midsection, head resting against her chest. "Food?"

"Ugh, it gives me shivers just thinking about it," she grumbled, shaking dramatically for effect. It took her a moment or so to notice him shooting her a bit of a pointed look, and she cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"I need to eat, or I'll start eating you."

She laughed, and then gave him a sharp poke to the ribs. "That sounds tempting."

"Max."

"Okay, okay," she sighed, running her hands through his hair before planting a quick kiss atop his head. "Room service?"

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

WELL HELLO. I apologize for the lengthy delay in updates, but after the last one my wrists were pretty much done for, and I needed to take a break. I've updated another story or two in the meantime, since I can handle shorter chapters for them, and plugged away at this one for a little while. I'm a bit better now, but still taking it easy. Much thanks to all those who expressed their best wishes in the reviews!

NOW. ONWARD AND OUTWARD.

I think what I liked most about this chapter is that no one has any idea what the other people are thinking, and they are all making assumptions that are a bit off. It's fun for me, and I'd like to think it's fun for you guys as readers to be like, "DUDE WTF ARE YOU DOING?" all the while knowing someone else is thinking something different… I dunno. Rambling.

The sex scene wasn't initially like the final product. It was just going to be a fun, feel-good scene. However, as I got to writing it from Loki's POV, I had all these insecurities pop up around him, and that seemed to be the route I wanted to go. He's a bit of a hot mess still – not sure if you've noticed. I'll also let you make your own assumptions about Max's rage-quit conversation with Ben, which was a lot of fun to write, even if it was short.

Also, Garret and Max are secret Harry Potter nerds. Don't judge them. Garret is also a Hufflepuff, he just won't admit it.

So. I make bullet-points on a document for all the ideas I have for future chapters, and I cross them out as I go along. I've redone my ending for the story overall slightly, and with that in mind, I have 31 bullet-points left. Meep. I will obviously combine a few, since they are just ideas that won't make much of a chapter… but I think it's safe to say we're about halfway through the story at this point.

MUCH LOVE FOR ALL THE SUPPORT! YOU GUYS MAKE MY WORLD SPIN IN A FANTASTIC WAY.