Over the course of August and bleeding into September, Jack winds up accompanying James to the cinema or to restaurants or seeing him at clubs. Regularly. Sometimes even on week nights. This wouldn't come off as too strange unless one takes into consideration the fact that Jack made a strict point of not socialising with James except in the most ( Read more... )

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Today, London is boiling. Even for August, it's uncomfortably warm. Sweat has clung to Jack's hairline and gathered in the small of his back since early morning, when he was cruelly woken by James shoving all of the covers on top of Jack in his sleep. It felt like being smothered by an elephant who had the mistaken assumption that Jack was a peanut ( Read more... )

The thing about England -- about Europe in general, in fact -- is that its public buildings have yet to develop an appreciation for air conditioning. Beads of sweat have started to gather on the back of Jack's neck as he slumps on a bench in the entrance hall of the King's College law library. June in London isn't anywhere near as humid as June in ( Read more... )