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School is long behind Xander, much farther back than, say, the speakers playing Blackmore’s Night’s entire discography on the coffee table behind him while he unpacks their DVD collection from its box. Organization with have to come later; it’s midnight and the cat’s been causing havoc.

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“Yes, the spitting guy. Dish about the spitting guy.”

Hmm. How best to tell this story while they were eating…

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Xander took another mouthful of noodle, listening intently and nodding. “Mnhmn.” He then swallowed. “Logically.”

School is long behind Xander, much farther back than, say, the speakers playing Blackmore’s Night’s entire discography on the coffee table behind him while he unpacks their DVD collection from its box. Organization with have to come later; it’s midnight and the cat’s been causing havoc.

“Yes, the spitting guy. Dish about the spitting guy.”

Hmm. How best to tell this story while they were eating…

School is long behind Xander, much farther back than, say, the speakers playing Blackmore’s Night’s entire discography on the coffee table behind him while he unpacks their DVD collection from its box. Organization with have to come later; it’s midnight and the cat’s been causing havoc.

Xander had managed to make it to the kitchen and set out dinner, complete with drinks and silverware, and his husband’s sudden appearance actually startles him again, but it’s a much more pleasant surprise.

Once they’ve worked in their usual bout of post-workday sappiness and settled in with their food, Iago picks up where he left off.

School is long behind Xander, much farther back than, say, the speakers playing Blackmore’s Night’s entire discography on the coffee table behind him while he unpacks their DVD collection from its box. Organization with have to come later; it’s midnight and the cat’s been causing havoc.

“By the time you get back I might have it on the table? Or at least on a counter.” Xander reached his hand out for the bag, standing slowly up and feeling around for his cane with the other hand. “And I’ll be following up on the spitting thing once you’re clean.”

“To be continued on the spitting thing!” 

With that, Iago slogged off to the shower to give himself a thorough, fully justified scrub.

School is long behind Xander, much farther back than, say, the speakers playing Blackmore’s Night’s entire discography on the coffee table behind him while he unpacks their DVD collection from its box. Organization with have to come later; it’s midnight and the cat’s been causing havoc.

“How was your day, precious?” Xander asks, easily turning now toward the sound of footsteps. He both hears and smells the food at the same time. “Did you bring food?”

School is long behind Xander, much farther back than, say, the speakers playing Blackmore’s Night’s entire discography on the coffee table behind him while he unpacks their DVD collection from its box. Organization with have to come later; it’s midnight and the cat’s been causing havoc.

He certainly expected him to close the distance between the front door and the living room slower than that, and the sudden noise of him speaking does cause Xander to drop the box in his hands. There’s a clatter behind him, and he knows it’s Nero waddling over to meow pathetically at Iago.

The cat’s been less-than-helpful all day, and is probably very upset with Xander for yelling at him after the incident involving a glass of water, a slice of poundcake, and the floor.

Iago flinches a little. 

School is long behind Xander, much farther back than, say, the speakers playing Blackmore’s Night’s entire discography on the coffee table behind him while he unpacks their DVD collection from its box. Organization with have to come later; it’s midnight and the cat’s been causing havoc.

As luck would have it, the prospect of putting away DVDs has been haunting him all day. When he sees that Xander’s already done so, he’s damn near ready to propose all over again.