GB fic & domesticity

Things you don't realize you need in an apartment, until you have an apartment and you need them: a plunger. Which explains why at 9 PM on a freezing Friday night, I'm at Target, purchasing said necessity. And a sponge mop, because they were on sale. Unfortunately this means I no longer have an excuse not to clean my kitchen floor. But at least my toilet flushes!

Will be putting this chapter up on ff.net shortly, but I'm lazy, so it just goes here tonight.
Ow. I'm feeling guilty about this. Hurt/comfort is all well and good, but... I do love you, Gin-chan...really...

( Darkness Visible, Chapter 5 )