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"Beer... chips... the Jags..." Jim leaned back into the couch, luxuriating. "And a little time with that special someone you want to spend the rest of your life with."

Blair felt the sixpack begin to fall out of his suddenly frozen fingers and caught it almost before it hit the counter. Too late to stop the betraying clink, he thought.

It was just, they'd been sleeping together -- or involved, or screwing around, whatever Jim wanted to call it -- for only a few weeks now. And sure, he'd known immediately that this was it, Jim was The One, on some big cosmic level, but he'd also known that saying anything about that would get him laughed out of the room, and possibly out of the apartment. He'd hoped that Jim would come some day to realize -- that he'd look around one day and say, hey, this roommate of mine isn't second-best, he's not some weird little accident of mine, he's good for me, he's what I want. And then...

He turned around, high on a mix of suspicion and hope.

Jim was finishing up a tender kiss to the TV remote. "Oh, Sally," he murmurred. "You're always there for me."

Blair groaned and hooked the sixpack off the counter, stomping his way back to the couch. Remind him why he loved this man again?