surprising no one .......... i am writing yet another pynch fic. yikes............. here's a bit from it that i thought sounded nice! 

Is this how it works? Adam talks sense, and Ronan talks truth? Whispers answers Adam didn’t know he was looking for into the skin of his neck and between his parted lips? Love is odd, and Adam thinks he might understand it soon. Not yet— but he’s on his way. Understanding love is easy when he’s doing it with someone who is falling faster than him. It’s easy when it’s made out of late nights and white duvets and heavy bass and thick dreams.

Is loving the same as spinning? It must be.