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A terrible, horrible,
no-good, very bad day�

Colby opened the door of his apartment to find Charlie
standing there in the rain, looking like a drowned poodle. Colby swallowed a laugh because the pitiful
look on Charlie�s face was more than could be explained by mere rain.

�What happened, angel?�
Colby said, pulling him in out of the rain.

Charlie stood in the entryway and dripped while Colby went
to grab a towel. �What didn�t
happen?� Charlie grumbled. �I�ve got this stupid cold that won�t go
away. What are those medical researchers
messing around for anyway? They should
have figured out a cure by now.�

Colby returned with the towel and began squeezing the water
out of Charlie�s dripping curls. �Still
feeling bad, hmm?�

�Then I was finally forgetting about the cold and making
progress on the problem of theory reduction and bridge laws using nonmereologically
related theory pairs, then this � student
walks into my office with some question that he should have learned the answer
to in first year calculus and it all goes poof, out of my brain.�

�I�m sure you�ll get it back,� Colby said soothingly. Whatever it is. He started stripping off Charlie�s wet
jacket.

Charlie began to shiver with the cold and Colby moved more
quickly.

Charlie continued, �So I give up and go to grade some stupid
Discrete Math tests and I spill coffee all over them.�

�Yuck,� Colby agreed.
This was a problem that he knew too well. The hazard of needing
coffee to make it through paperwork.

�It wasn�t even hot coffee, it was an old cup that I�d
forgotten about on my desk and it had turned all gloopy and queer.�

�Eww.� Colby�s nose wrinkled. He gestured for Charlie to raise his
arms. When Charlie did, Colby peeled
Charlie�s wet t-shirt up over his arms.
Colby noticed with interest Charlie�s goose pimpled skin and hard
nipples. He tossed the wet shirt onto
the kitchen table and began rubbing down Charlie�s skin with the towel.

�I lay the tests I could save out to dry but there were five
that were totally trashed. Now I have to
decide if I�m gonna make them take the test again or give them the grade I
think they most likely would have gotten without ever seeing their test.�

�That hardly seems fair.�
Colby dried Charlie�s back and tossed aside the now soaked towel. He went to get two more towels.

�I bet I can predict within one percentage point what they
would have gotten.�

Colby�s lips quirked. �Pre-determination, Charlie?�

Charlie looked surprised then thoughtful. �You�re right.� He heaved a sigh. �I�ll offer them a make-up test which means
I�ll have to offer it to the whole class or else people will complain that the
make-up test was easier.�

�Ah, students,� Colby said, with a tone of disgust he
usually reserved for saying �back-seat drivers� or �Broncos fans.�

�Then I say forget it, I�m not going to get anything useful
done today. I�ll go home and take a hot
bath.�

Colby steered Charlie to sit down in a chair and took off
his shoes. Even Charlie�s socks were
sopping wet. �Sounds like a good
plan. What happened?�

�My car,� Charlie grumbled.
�Just stopped running right in the middle of the highway.�

�Whoa,� Colby said, alarmed.
�Are you okay?�

�Traffic was already stop-and-go so I didn�t get
rear-ended. Just
honked at a lot.�

�What did you do?�
Colby got off the dripping socks and stood Charlie back up.

�Well, you�re supposed to stay in your car when you break
down since a car is designed to withstand an impact but your body is not.�

�Right.� Colby unbuckled Charlie�s belt. Why do
I get the feeling you didn�t do the smart thing?

�But I got this brilliant idea that I could, I don�t know,
tinker around in the engine like Dad does and make it go again.�

�Charlie �� Colby said with exasperation while he tried to
wrestle off Charlie�s wet blue jeans and wet underwear. Did you
swim in these clothes?

�You sound just like my dad when I called him after standing
in the pouring rain for twenty minutes, messing around in the engine
compartment and getting honked at and my hands all scraped up.� Charlie held up his hands and they indeed
looked scraped and scratched.

�You called your dad?�
Colby asked. �You could have
called me.�

�I know �� Charlie mumbled.
�But I felt like such an idiot.�

Colby lifted his head from his task and frowned. �Charlie, you don�t have to worry about
looking like an idiot around me.�

Charlie fidgeted, embarrassed. �But it�s such a guy thing, to be able to fix
cars.�

�If I wanted that kind of guy,� Colby said, getting
Charlie�s underwear and jeans over his hips with a jerk. �I would have gone to the auto shop, not
CalSci.�

�But you still haven�t heard the stupidest part.�

Colby raised his eyebrows.
�What�s that?�

Charlie flushed. �I
was just out of gas.�

Colby couldn�t stop a laugh from escaping his mouth. Charlie�s lips turned down in a pout.

�Oh Charlie,� Colby said, lifting Charlie�s foot and pulling
the last of his wet clothes off. Standing
up, he grabbed a dry towel and looped it around Charlie�s waist, pulling him
close. �You are wonderful, do you know
that?�

�Because I�m an idiot?� Charlie said, still pouting.

�Yes,� Colby said, moving the towel back and forth to dry
Charlie�s backside. �You are the world�s
most brilliant, wonderful idiot. And not only that, you�re my
brilliant wonderful idiot.�

A smile appeared on Charlie�s face, banishing the pout.

�Now,� Colby said with a last swish of his towel. �I may not be able to offer you a hot bath,
but how about a hot shower? And someone
to soap your back?�

�Sounds lovely,� Charlie said, wrapping his cold, naked body
around Colby.

Colby brushed aside Charlie�s still damp hair and kissed him
on the forehead. �I�m glad you decided
to head my way instead.�

�Who else would I go to when I�ve had such a bad day?�

�I promise the rest of the day will be a vast improvement.�

Charlie smiled. �It
already is.�
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