Behind those handsome eyes is a little tinker. He just found my handbag, rummaged inside and pulled out a tissue which he promptly tried to eat. My attempts at retrieving it resulted in tug-o-war and Rory managed to rip a piece off and gulp it down. He then looks at me like "what..? Did I do something wrong..?"
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