Damn, he does clean up well.
That magnificent masculine “hooter” sniffs out Eau de Forest Boy . . . poor Guy’s nose.
Ah, yes, Wild-Eyed Drunken Man with a Tangled Dirty Mane. My ovaries don’t work anymore and they still explode. Must. have. him. now.
And on the flip side, there’s that softer, sweeter Guy, with a vulnerability that just gets to me. *wibble*
And sometimes he’s just–scary. You don’t want to be on his bad side. And yet–he still thrills me even when his eyes go ice cold and his voice is edged in danger.