He looked down at himself. Yes, he looked bad. He was still wearing the jeans he’d had on yesterday when… just when. He’d at least taken off his nice shirt and jacket and pulled on an ancient sweatshirt. Looked like he’d slept in them—because he had.

She grabbed his arm and pulled. He was not about resistance right now, so he followed. When she got to the living room couch, she pushed, and he fell onto it. Jimmy came in with a pot of boiling water and a big grin. “I almost forgot I know how to heat stuff without fire.”

She walked toward the kitchen. “I’ll get the tea. Don’t let him go anywhere.”

As if he had the energy and drive to do anything. He turned on the couch so his back was to Jimmy, who sat in the armchair. He looked up and saw Al peering down at him. Judgment. Definitely judgment.

Lavender’s voice came from behind him. “Oh no, Mister. Sit the hell up and have tea and tell us what happened.” Jeez, did she think they were already married? Okay, he’d do it because he really wanted tea.

He turned over and sat up slowly. A cup of tea sat on the table in front of him. He grabbed and sipped. “I fucked up my relationship with Blaine.”

Jimmy leaned forward. “How? I thought you guys were meant to be together.”

“I told him I’m a witch, that’s how.”

“But you are a witch. You had to tell him sometime.”

Killian put down his cup, leaned against the back of the couch, and closed his eyes. “But I didn’t have to tell him now. Gods, you should have seen the ring. He’s so beautiful. Oh, Powers, I love him.”

“Ring?” Lavender’s voice.

Killian opened his eyes. “He asked me to marry him. He wanted to go to the marriage bureau and get the license. I thought I had to tell him about me. So I did.”

Jimmy frowned. “What did he say?”

“That I was crazy.”

“But you showed him, right? That there is no spoon.”

“Oh yes, I showed him.”

Lavender’s voice was soft. “What happened?”

“He fell on his ass, jumped up, told me I was certifiable and he couldn’t believe he’d been nuts enough to love me, and left.”

“I’m so sorry, Killian.”

Jimmy threw himself back in the chair. “But you showed him! Maybe you weren’t convincing enough.”

Killian wiped a hand over his face and picked up his tea. “Jimmy, you’re a physics major. If you’d seen these phenomena rather than creating them yourself, what would you have done?”

“Yeah. I’d try to find a logical explanation. That’s what he did, right?”

Killian nodded. “Heat lightning. I’m not sure how he explained the fire I started in his hand.” He sipped again.

“He loves you, Professor. He’s gotta come to his senses.”

“I doubt it. He was pretty certain about my insanity.”

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