Good news! I am finally so shagged out that I only feel like having a cup of tea and pottering around on the internet.
Every night I've spent sharing ristin's bed. Before I came down, I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep with another person; just another thing my damaged psychology wouldn't let me do. Now I'm afraid when I get back to Brisbane that I won't be able to sleep without him there. I find it a great comfort to hear his gentle breathing and to know that I only have to reach over to hold him. Just like my plush, he's always available for a cuddle. I need him so much. When we live together, may I never take him for granted.