By Ainm

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Rating: PG

A/N: This is one of those where it makes sense to me, but it might be nonsense to everybody else. :-) Just a wee bit of angsty pondering...

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I didn't notice it on day one, or even in week one. Sure, I recognized that he was attractive, with those amazingly blue eyes and the movie-star jaw and that definition... I was more interested in his senses, though, and that colored how I saw him at first.

It was weeks later that I was stopped in my tracks by my realization one morning -- he was bed-headed and grumpy and I wasn't thrilled because oh, I really didn't need that kind of complication...

We needed each other -- he needed me to help him try to figure out how to live and work with the senses, I needed him for my research, and it would have been wrong for me to think about what I wanted rather than what we needed. So I mentally filed away the information in the store of knowledge I was gaining about him: likes basketball, hates clutter, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen...

And it's OK, it's working. I try not to think about it much, not that fact nor all the related ones that despite my best efforts have grown from it... They are all hidden away in the big pile of data about me that he's never going to learn: called "Bunny" as a toddler, was a virgin 'til 22, is madly in love with his partner...

Fin

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