I forgot how much I adored Shep. These last few days, I've been obsessively watching again, like I did when I was in high school. He's wearing a gray suit, with a blue shirt. Crap. Why couldn't he have worked in DC so I could stalk him?
Cause I would. I'd hang out at his Metro stop, stealing glances. I'd take pictures of his rowhouse, and look for available places close by. I'd stalk the studios, the bar next door.
Sometimes, I feel old. But I still feel sixteen when I watch him.