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Martin has a hickey on his neck, and I think it's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. He keeps reaching up and rubbing it when he thinks nobody's watching. But somebody's always watching.
And by 'someone,' I mean 'Danny.'
I've seen Martin touch the side of his neck a few times because he's wearing a really bright shirt, and the motion catches my peripheral vision. But every time I look over at him, Danny's already watching him, and the grin on his face (that's taken over his face, really), is too proud by half.
Well, will wonders never ceased. Martin and Danny finally caught up with the rest of us on the status of their relationship.
There's really nothing in the world that can make your day better than supportive, compassionate coworkers who support you from a distance but don't pry into your personal business.
Too bad for Martin he doesn't have any coworkers like that.
"Did you get attacked by a vampire, Martin?"
"Did I - what?"
"The side of your neck. Looks like a really big mosquito bite or something."
Bingo. His fingers go right to it. And he blushes so deeply there might not be blood left anywhere else in his body. Behind him, Danny's trying really hard not to snicker. I don't think he's going to make it.
I roll my chair over so I'm right next to Martin. Up close, the mark's even more impressive. "Martin Fitzgerald, is that a hickey on your neck?"
"Um..."
I sneak a quick glance at Danny, and he's just too happy about Martin's misfortune. Since I'd stake all my cash that he gave Martin the hickey in the first place (atually, I did stake most of my cash on that - who's keeping the betting pool?), I see no reason why he shouldn't suffer, too. "You should be careful, Martin. There are unscrupulous people out there. People with no lives, who have nothing better to do than roam around giving hickeys to innocent young men."
Danny's spluttering, but of course he can't say anything. Martin looks at me with a surprisingly devious glint in his eyes. "Thank you, Sam," he says sweetly. "I'll try to avoid the danger whenever I can."
Danny's practically out of his chair, but then he sits abruptly. Plotting some sort of revenge, maybe. I grin and roll my chair back. I'm nowhere near done tormenting either of them, but I'm good for now.
And I'm so happy for them, I can barely keep from jumping up and hugging them both. Whatever they've found together, I want to knock their heads together until they promise to hold onto it with everything they've got. But, since I doubt they'd appreciate that, I'll just keep my eye on them and make sure they do.
END