October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"Well, if you listen to the gossip I am." You say with a wistful sigh, though in truth, you're not bothered at all. "32 and unmarried? Honestly, how I even get myself out of bed in the morning is beyond the comprehension of the gossips." Then, with a grin, you lean into him with a playful nudge. "Besides, you have to say I'm not old. Because if I am, what does that make you?" He was only a few years older than her if she remembered his medical charts right, but it would be a cold day in hell when the great Dorian Pryor resigned himself to being old.
"Mmm, and he often does." You interrupt with a smile before the apples of your cheeks flush as he calls you out. "Now, now, I thought of everyone you'd be the subtle one about it." You complain with an affectionate grin. "Besides, I'm always interested in your escapades. For purely medical reasons, of course." You add, gazing up at him with a wink.
"Mmm, and he often does." You interrupt with a smile before the apples of your cheeks flush as he calls you out. "Now, now, I thought of everyone you'd be the subtle one about it." You complain with an affectionate grin. "Besides, I'm always interested in your escapades. For purely medical reasons, of course." You add, gazing up at him with a wink.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
