Sorry, it's hard to resolve rueful pining in 100 words. Here's an addendum:
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“But, you know,” John says suddenly, turning back, “there’s always me.”
“Yes, I know,” says Rodney patiently. “Plenty of chains end with you. As I said, Elizabeth, and oh, also Simpson and Katie’s friend Dori and that scary Marine who does splits. And, um, Caldwell, possibly...”
“No,” says John, trying to erase that image from his mind, “What about who I want?”
“I dunno.” Rodney scratches his head. “Novak?”
John considers bashing his forehead against the table, then decides, Fuck it, and hisses, “You.”
“Ohhh...” says Rodney, and they proceed to make love like the many-splendored thing it is.
Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing!
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“But, you know,” John says suddenly, turning back, “there’s always me.”
“Yes, I know,” says Rodney patiently. “Plenty of chains end with you. As I said, Elizabeth, and oh, also Simpson and Katie’s friend Dori and that scary Marine who does splits. And, um, Caldwell, possibly...”
“No,” says John, trying to erase that image from his mind, “What about who I want?”
“I dunno.” Rodney scratches his head. “Novak?”
John considers bashing his forehead against the table, then decides, Fuck it, and hisses, “You.”
“Ohhh...” says Rodney, and they proceed to make love like the many-splendored thing it is.