Why hallo thar Joe! Let me help you tuck in your shirt! ::gropes::

Your fic: Well, first there is the high pitched squeal of joy. Then there's the having to stop mid-way thru to go flail at your in a convivial manner. And then there's the part where (while everything is so sharp and beautifully real) there's this elegant little image or phrase or way of looking at things that just knocks.me.out.

So. That.