““Jesus, Pen, “I love you.” Mark sounded almost disbelieving. “You’re magical.” “I’m not,” Pen said. “I’m me, and you took the trouble to look. And I see you, Mr. Penny Plain Practical Man who ‘just gets on with things,’ pretending not to be the most wonderful man in the world. And I don’t care if nobody else sees that, any more than Greta does about Tim. I know, and that’s all that matters.” “God.” Mark pulled him round, resting his head against Pen’s. “I love you.””
