that means the world to me. and - i thought it looked familiar there, that security setup. most people would go for flash over substance but you've always preferred elegant solutions.

the landlady's going eee, and i'm - honestly touched. (not just in the head.) that level of trust is - well, we both have this nonsense going on wherein we labour under the impression that we're so loathsome and broken in the head that love isn't something we can ever rightfully have. which is, of course, shit. the Lady seems curiously fond of me - probably because i responded so well to such a skilled clue-whacking. i'm a lucky son of a bitch, and i'm a grateful one.

Laforeze has that thing too but he's recovering. he and i are a lot like, though - fuck. i never thought i'd say this - i'd rather LeSait and Batistum than the Scion in his full out raving looniness. they just handed down orders from on high, they didn't effing snuggle up to people's souls and whisper in their mind's ears and wow i feel like i want a shower after having written that. eurgugh.

either way.

thank you. i don't know what else to say. you were my best friend, and more even and i know it can't ever be precisely the same as it was at the beginning, but i want to make amends as best i can. that you trust me's enough to get me doing these twitly little happy dances. i am a man easy to please!

thanks, though. from the botom fo my heart. i mean that.

-jan