Wilson’s sleeves were rolled up, delicious forearms exposed. His fingers were wrapped around the thin handle of a spoon, the spoon near his mouth. His mouth...was singing. Wilson was singing. Falsetto.
I imagined Robert Sean Leonard doing this and almost died laughing. Oh my *wipes eyes* my sides hurt now.
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I imagined Robert Sean Leonard doing this and almost died laughing. Oh my *wipes eyes* my sides hurt now.