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Elijah is naked in bed, sitting Indian-style, covered only by Sean's book, which is balanced over his thighs. He's been reading quietly for about fifteen minutes. When Sean pops out of the bathroom, Elijah glances up. He giggles and jabs the book with a finger. "Are you kidding? Your editor let you write that?" Sean stands at the end of the bed. "What?" Elijah holds the book up. "According to your subtext, you've shagged every human being involved in the production of the Lord of the Rings. Frankly, Sean, I'm jealous. You cad." Sean blinks, and then dissolves into laughter. |