A week from now, while I am in the midst of reading Sense and Sensibility, and I see Office characters in my head rather than proper people like Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman, I AM COMING BACK HERE...to congratulate you on the wonderfully amusing imagery. Right now, I'm just going to tackle-hug you and squee about the inclusion of Austen.
In short, um, I AM PIMPING THIS FIC OUT. IMMEDIATELY. You restored my recently obliterated sympathies for Pining Toby! Without trampling on Jim/Pam (which I appreciated immensely)! And then I just sort of drifted into the scene at Oscar's house, and got so wrapped up in the conversation I never wanted to come out. There are probably two dozen things I loved, all told, but especially:
“I’m glad you liked it,” Pam replies, in this way that makes him believe that she is, that it’s not something she’s just saying for the sake of conversation. OK, that? Is a perfect description. I know *exactly* how that goes and how thrilling it can be. Aww, Toby. I'm starting to remember when you were sweet!
Apologies for lack of coherency. Too full of JOY.
In short, um, I AM PIMPING THIS FIC OUT. IMMEDIATELY. You restored my recently obliterated sympathies for Pining Toby! Without trampling on Jim/Pam (which I appreciated immensely)! And then I just sort of drifted into the scene at Oscar's house, and got so wrapped up in the conversation I never wanted to come out. There are probably two dozen things I loved, all told, but especially:
“I’m glad you liked it,” Pam replies, in this way that makes him believe that she is, that it’s not something she’s just saying for the sake of conversation.
OK, that? Is a perfect description. I know *exactly* how that goes and how thrilling it can be. Aww, Toby. I'm starting to remember when you were sweet!