Prior to this fic, I lived in a world where I did not imagine Michael to be a man who not only missed cuddling but thought about and dwelled over things like the empty space in bed. IT WAS A NICE WORLD. Now I’m all...discomfited. I think I feel bad for the guy?

Oh, man, and Jan’s "40% discount" on the candles he uses, at home, for them, officially did me in.