oh, for friends who sing your song just 'cause it's in your head

[aruan]

silentfire is in town until Wednesday. She's lovely, into fandom, have known her since the sixth grade.

She tolerates my incessant and often high-pitched popslash babble because she loves me. Which I can live with. God knows I'm not at a loss as to people to squee along.

She rolled her eyes at the Rent poster. She made pained noises when I shower her my spankin' spiffed copy of Justified. She remained unaffected by my pretty pictures.

We eventually got around to rooting for snacks. I had just stocked up on the *NSYNC fruit snacks so as a joke I told her to catch and tossed one over.

She caught.
She gave me a look.
She inquired as to would they entail gummy likenesses.
I reassured.
She opened.

"Oh, there are hearts."
"Yeah, they have their names on them."
"Cool. Hm, I got Chris. Is that good?"
"Well, we like him with Lance..."
"What's this one, I can't make it out."
"That's... yes, that's Lance."
"Oh."

And then she took the two hearts, mushed them together name-first and ate them in one bite. Then smiled at me.

*sniffle*

Love. Just, love.