"Dunno what's worse: that we forgot Valentine's, or that I stooped to apricot carnations from the servo to make up for it."
Rob worked a hand down the back of Tim's trousers.
Tim unwrapped the cellophane sleeve and the sachet of crystals that would see them looking at the blooms well into next week.
"Nope", he said, dropping them into a vase, "What's worse is a classroom of fifteen year olds passing judgement on one's pathetic love life."
"They didn't?"
"Oh yes. Course, I'm *old* so it was only to be expected, apparently."
Rob eased down Tim's fly.
"Poor Sir."
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