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Monday mornings were always the worst for Steven.
Not only did he have troubling sleeping, but when he did sleep, he'd wake up missing a few days and feeling like he got run over by a bus, twice. He also has to get up and get ready to catch the bus for his 8-hour shift of Trying Not To Kill Donna™ and Tolerating The Plethora Of Historical Inaccuracies™.
But recently, since you've been in his life, he's come to not mind Mondays - in fact, he even looks forward to them now.
Steven never thought he'd manage to have himself a friend, let alone a girlfriend. But he, somehow, managed not to fuck up the days, showed up on time and brought you roses and some fancy chocolate - leaving you with a very good impression for a first date and a heart yearning for more.
You couldn't help it, really, the gravitational pull to the mystifying universe that was Steven was just far too captivating for you not to get attracted to.
The way he talks and gesticulates, with widened eyes filled with unbridled mirth and excitement as he talks about the latest addition to the museum, or his love for Egyptian deities and their histories, had come to have quite the effect on you.
An effect that's warm and dopey, reminding you of the after effects of cough syrup, or a long day in the sun.
You found yourself staring at him often, with a small smile and a look of adoration, in wonder as to how the hell didn't he manage to get snagged way sooner? couldn't people see the beautiful curve of his angular jaw, reflecting the light off in a way that made it look all the much more sharper? or the way his finely curved cupid bow would dip when his pink lips would smile or he'd speak, and wonder what it'd feel like to kiss them? did they not wonder what his soft, dark curls would feel like as they ran their fingers through them?
