Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
"I don't know," he tried not to feel guilty about the fact that it hadn't been exactly straight up, and he could tell she was genuinely excited for him. "I'm mostly trying not to think about it while I work on the next one. It's possible they won't want it at all. I keep being told that it's at least partially timing and all that."
But he couldn't help but smile, and he stood, heading for the bar cart. "Mmm, officially I'm going to go with most guys are morons. Give me all of the old Hollywood romances, my favorite movie is Dirty Dancing, I will not apologize for that, and," he lifted a finger. "The world could use a bit more romance in it, and so I will write romances, because I think deep down we all want to connect to someone else, and we all believe that it is possible, even if it hasn't happened. And we want that ideal - even if it doesn't look exactly like the stereotype." He considered her, flushed cheeks and all. "You deal with ghosts and hauntings - I'm writing a romance that will haunt you." And for a second, he believed it. It wasn't something terrible and full of cliches, it had life and breath in it, as sweeping as the moors it was set on.