[Good lord, this poor awkward boy. Given his age Ford supposes it's to be expected. He hasn't yet hit the point of just not giving a shit that being sixty-nine has elevated Ford to.
This is the point where he should probably offer to leave so Remus can deal with that problem, except that he has eyes and knows Remus won't be able to reach it. Short of grinding up against the furniture, he's kind of stuck. Whoops. Shouldn't have talked in such detail about cloacas, huh?]
I can't hep but feel as though that's my fault. I can assure you I wasn't making a concentrated effort.
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This is the point where he should probably offer to leave so Remus can deal with that problem, except that he has eyes and knows Remus won't be able to reach it. Short of grinding up against the furniture, he's kind of stuck. Whoops. Shouldn't have talked in such detail about cloacas, huh?]
I can't hep but feel as though that's my fault. I can assure you I wasn't making a concentrated effort.
[Option two is flirt. Kind of badly, but, like.]