But...but....but, I was expecting rainbows and unicorns!
And I know you like tension, muscleaddict! So I also know you're going to take your sweet damn time before posting the next chapter. You're enjoying this, just so as to imagine me and everyone else twisting in the wind, biting our nails to the quick, wondering for a little extra deliciously sadistic amount of time whether Woody and Max dance more than one song together, whether Steve makes it to Icon and makes his move on Woody or Woody makes a move on Steve, whether Woody makes it back to Emily's at all and whether Luke sleeps by himself at Emily's while Woody plays all night at Steve's before returning in the morning, pissed (in both the British and American senses) with a mix of regret, anger/petty vindictiveness and the resulting extended silence and awkward, anxious moments sitting across the train seat facing an equally angry, hurt, awkward Luke on the ride to MU.
How big a hole gets dug tonight? And how long before it gets filled back in? So much foreboding in eight short paragraphs.
It's great...nervewrackingly great.
If I was the sort to get invested in characters, I'd have already set my stopwatch to count the seconds til the next installment....wait, I just did.