This is the mending hearts thread
Okay, so, because I'm a) hung-over on way too much wine, b) in an otherwise fantastical mood because last night's hangout with the old roomie was utterly fabu (um, I explained PWP to her and she then updated her Facebook to reference it, she's ridic), c) full of guilt and angst over how much y'all's hearts have been broken due to J2-last-hurrah-
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“About what?” Jared smiled.
Jensen plopped into the empty chair while wiping a hand down his tie to keep it off the table. “About being late.”
“I had hardly noticed.”
He looked at Jared, really looked for a few moments, and wanted to scowl at the smirk. But then he noticed. Noticed that Jared was wearing a nicely pressed collared shirt. And even if the sleeves were folded up to his elbows, there was a tie. He looked sharp and clean and presentable and pretty much hotter than Jensen remembered him being - even if he saw him every morning and night on the train ( ... )
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