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The weather in Kanto was anything but hot— quite the contrary. Kanto winters were as frigid as obdurate steel, the summers unknown for their timid heat waves. No one packed away their long-sleeved shirts when the days lengthened as the fear of the ever-present bitter temperatures remained year-round. In opposition, lawless Alola spat in the face of winter’s chills, preferring to harbor pig-headed heat all year. Any weather forecast had gentle slopes in near-constant muggy, tropical warmth and condition. Acclimating to such a drastic difference was a notable breeze for Kanto-born-and-bred Green.
Green basked in the stubborn fever, lazing about as sweat danced down the curves of his body. He knew himself to be a food never eaten as cold leftovers; his truth was in lolling with the whims of the sun and its radiating rays. A tanning bed in Kanto was the only thing closest to emulating this utterly Alolan feeling. Green was not meant to be microwaved but rather heated steadily over a warm and gentle stove. In the sun, Green could flow with the waves of torridity, ever in his element. The heat caressed him and cared for each inch of his being in a way the chill of his home could never hope to mimic.
Thus, when Green got asked to host the new Alolan Battle Tree, he could not refuse. It was fate that his boyfriend, Red, was asked the same. Unfortunately for his partner, opposites attract. Red was miserable, plucked from his soothing chill and thrown to the wolves in Alola’s fire. For the first few weeks, Red and Green had to come to compromise after compromise, desperately trying to make each other comfortable in the less-than-ideal situation they were within. Red apologized profusely for his discomfort, but Green had none of it. Both had heavy worth in their opinions; one was not getting thrown out just because the other disagreed. Being in love with someone meant meeting each other in the middle. Red just smiled at Green’s reasoning, always accepting and accommodating. After their disputes, he would kiss Green benevolently and affirm their love’s strength in the push and pull. Green melted into these kisses and poured all his truths onto Red’s lips for him to lap up greedily. Loving someone you had a long-term rivalry with wasn’t easy; sometimes, their differences were too much to glaze over. Watering the gardens of their love could get muddy and unpredictable, slopping this way and that. But, in the end, their dedication and loyalty to one another prevailed, and they would start to flower again; the standstill winter coming to a close and summer’s sun intertwining their ever-growing vines.
Green and Red were stronger together than they ever could be apart— they knew that. Maybe Red understood the preciousness of their union more as he was the one to propose. Shocked wasn’t the emotion Green felt. He expected that much as every bride who gossiped over their proposal had described it that way, but he didn’t. Green felt just so in love it threatened to swallow him whole. With all his hopeless romantic dreams realized, all Green could do was break down and cry, allowing Red to soothe and hold him in the tender way that he always did. It wasn’t a photographic moment and thankfully never caught on film, but those few minutes of just the two of them buckling under the weight and reality of their love were the most impactful seconds they would ever experience. Their love wasn’t pretty— an outsider may have merely disregarded it, but to Green and Red, it was adamant and stubborn.
The ring Red had picked out wasn’t anything special physically, but as a symbol, it weighed heavy and whole on Green’s finger. The feeling of the warm steel didn’t feel foreign like a new piece of jewelry often did. Instead, it was familiar; familiar like Red was to him. Funnily enough, if someone told ten-year-old Green that he would be so gooey and domestic with his sworn enemy, he most likely would have strangled them. Now, all he could think about was kissing the dope— his dope— stupid. Red consumed his heart and head, every fleeting thought passing through a sieve of neurons connecting to every memory Green had with his fiancé. Everything was a reminder of Red to Green. Green’s heart couldn’t help but beat to the same rhythm Red’s did.
Even if their love was true and whole, publicly displaying their bleeding hearts did not interest the duo. The press was always listening and fawning over couples, writing speculation after defamation about a relationship they’d only been visually privy to. Green knew his love for Red was complex and far too complicated for a gossip magazine article to grasp. They shared the most intimate moments of their relationship in confidential seclusion, and Green wanted to keep some semblance of privacy about his life. So, Red and Green never shared their relationship status with anyone. Keeping this secret had its upsides, but when the downsides reared their ugly faces, the result could be devastating.
And now, around the corner, a drawback gleaned its crooked teeth.
“Is that a ring? Oh my gosh, who’s the lucky lady?”
Selene's comment seemed unrelated to Green at first. He would have disregarded it if it wasn’t for her pointing pale, painted fingernail she directed his way. Bracing himself, Green looked around. Did Red hear that? Was his fiancé going to come to his rescue? Unfortunately for Green, Red’s presence was noticeably absent in the Battle Tree’s foyer. He must have started the climb up the trunk without his other half. Green couldn’t help but feel alone. Maybe he shouldn’t have lingered. Now, he had to come up with a lie to tell— a white lie, but a lie nevertheless.
Green steeled himself. What was Selene thinking? How could he make this believable? A ring nuzzled into a left ring finger wasn’t something to brush off, so that was out of the question. Red was much better at steering people away from that point of interest. Green always made himself obvious, drenched in a cold sweat and clammy palms. He hoped that he was not being that obvious now.
His tongue was preparing to stutter, the organ growing thick and clumsy. Green tried to swallow the excess spit crowding his mouth, trying desperately to make room for his excuses to tumble out. The more convincing words were getting stuck behind his teeth and in the webs of gummy saliva. Green felt his cheeks start to blush.
“I— Sorry, I can’t tell you.”
Selene’s round face knit into a befuddled commodity. She and Green were not the closest friends, but they were friendly enough to tell each other about the big things in their lives. Damage control, damage control! Green’s brain screamed.
Frantically, he added, “She doesn’t like to be in the spotlight! It’s— She likes to keep things private!”
The girl’s expression lessened but did not wipe away. Green bit his tongue, preventing anything else from slipping out. That was enough. Vague, but enough to keep her satisfied.
Regardless, Selene’s lips split into a proud grin. “Well, congratulations. When was the wedding?”
Wedding? Oh— he played the heterosexual card. Shit! Green was falling deeper into this hole. Men didn’t traditionally wear rings until after being wed. Due to fucking gender roles that Green just had to mention, weightier lies were incoming.
“May.”
Selene beamed. “A spring wedding! Was there a theme? Oh, I bet it was beautiful! Did you have it here in Alola? Is that why you took the job at the Battle Tree? You must tell me where you had it! I bet she’s from Alola. Alolan weddings are so beautiful. Was it traditional— you know, with the leis and conches? Please tell me it was!”
Of all the people he had to tell this lie to, it was the ever-chatty Selene. He had to remember what he was going to say to her. Should he go for the cliche route? That was easier to recollect, but would Selene call him out for being unoriginal? With all the things he could be in this fictional scenario, tacky was probably the worst. Green Oak was a sentimental and thoughtful lover, damnit!
Breadcrumbs. Green could give breadcrumbs. “No, she’s not from Alola. We’re only honeymooning here.” He paused for a moment to think. What would Red like for their wedding? “It was small and private— a family and close friends thing, y’know? As a Pokémon lover, she had to surround the entire venue with them. I guess it was kind of dorky, but she’s the nerdiest idiot I know. Seeing her so pretty in that wedding gown was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I’ll never forget it.”
He was a sucker for seeing Red clean himself up. Something about seeing the big, scrappy, muscular man stuff himself into a suit did something to Green’s heart. He couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in being Red’s first choice when he looked that handsome. Everyone’s eyes were on Red’s tightly concealed body at formal events, but Green was the one who got to enjoy it afterward. Consummating their marriage would be no difficult task if Red wore a suit to the ceremony.
Selene began to gush at how nice that all sounded, going off on tangent after tangent. All you needed to do was give that dog a bone; she’d be satisfied for months. Though, Green did start to zone out. Red’s absence was leaving him feeling a bit empty. If he were here, he’d give Green a knowing look and bounce off ideas of what the wedding resembled. Red would say some detail that Green would love, and Green would shoot back an idea that Red would love. The lie would turn into something fun. Here, alone, there was only one thing the lie felt like: a lie.
He began to look around, giving Selene vague and uninterested answers. Attempting to figure out where Red had gone, Green scanned for him again.
Selene called to fate. “Red!”
Green snapped his neck over to see Red reentering the foyer. The tall man jolted in surprise but offered Selene a polite wave. To Green, he turned and glowed warmly. The heat in that smile nestled comfortably in Green’s heart.
As Red joined the conversation, Selene prattled on. “You’re one of Green’s good friends, right? Did you attend Green’s wedding?”
Red’s thick brows furrowed. When he turned to his fiancé for an explanation, Green could only offer a look that said: “get me out of this conversation.” His face unraveled as he looked back to Selene to offer only a simple nod. She squealed out a sound of pure joy.
“You must have met the girl he married! What’s she like? Is she—”
Green stopped listening to the barrage of questions when Red glanced back at him. From Red’s slate-gray eyes, Green understood a question: “girl?” Then, the word snapped away from his pupils as understanding took over. Backward his thoughts went: girl, wedding, ring— Oh.
Red shrugged when Selene asked her final question. Disappointed, she groaned but accepted the ambiguity. The mystery girl would remain shrouded in fiction and obscurity. Good for Green. Now he didn’t have to make up a D&D character just to seem normal and not like a huge jerk. Red took up finishing up their conversation and waved a small goodbye when Selene had to leave. Her tuke bobbed to Selene’s receding steps as she added over her shoulder, “Don’t be a stranger!”
Guilt punched Green in the gut. He didn’t want to be a stranger to Selene. Lying to her wasn’t going to make that dream a reality. He liked being a role model for her. She and her friend Elio reminded Green a lot of himself in his younger days. What a horrible authority figure he must be actively harboring a lie.
Green must have been giving off a miserable aura because Red wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him tight. Showing public displays of affection did not often occur for the two of them, but when either of them needed it, the other would supply a reassuring touch. Green felt himself melt into the embrace, instinctively wrapping his arms around Red’s shoulders. The warmth from his big chest and thick arms Green couldn’t help but appreciate. They fit together so well.
“This shouldn’t be so hard.”
Red hummed in response, and the resulting vibration rattled Green’s bones, soothing the attached muscles and tendons into a slump. Defeated, he turned to mush against his real fiancé.
Green sighed into his pec, “I’m not embarrassed by you. You know that, right?” Gently, Red nodded. Green loved Red so much— more than anything. Never would there be another person that was so pivotal.
But Green knew that this lingering moment wasn’t going to last. Even though he pulled away first, one of Red’s big hands stayed on his hip. That would be enough for now; it was a safe touch.
Red’s eyes twinkled in soft understanding. Green couldn’t help but feel queasy. Keeping things private was his idea, but now it felt like he was suffering the most. Red let him be, allowing space to figure everything out. Green was grateful, yes. However, sometimes he wished for moments to boast and brag about his big boyfriend— fiancé. He wondered what it would be like for everyone to know to whom they belonged. Tabloids had speculated for years about the nature of their relationship, but being able to claim Red rightfully as his was a sweet treat dangling on a stick. Red would never betray him or cheat; Green knew there wasn’t anyone else for him. But others whose lingering eyes scanned down each of Red’s curves and clouded with desire, oh, they infuriated Green.
Red pulled him away from his thoughts with a gentle tug on his arm. The brunette pointed to the clock in the foyer, signaling that their work day had ended. Finally, he groaned inwardly.
Responding, Green tugged back on Red’s arm and started to lead him out of the Battle Tree. His fingers strained like they gripped a log of a hundred-year-old wood instead of a human limb.
They needed to go somewhere private. Green was aching.
He couldn’t wait.
Red’s back slammed against the bathroom stall with a satisfying thud. Dazedly, he wrapped his hands around Green’s waist as the shorter man encroached. His palms were sweating and clammy, his nails trying desperately to anchor onto the sharp hipbones they kissed. It drove Green crazy how Red’s thick fingers were inches from touching each other around his abdomen.
Green slotted himself between the hard thighs in front of him. Naturally, one of his knees pressed into Red’s apex, earning a soft, whispered sigh in return. The public bathroom was without an audience, yet Red wanted to be discreet, did he?
Red’s hips jolted as Green moved his hands to grope the other’s fat chest. This part was Green’s favorite. Red’s tits squished and molded to Green’s hands most deliciously; the mounds of ladder’s palms brushed against the clothed nipples teasingly, intentionally never providing enough stimulation. He basked in the hot sighs Red let out, accompanied by excited twitches of his hips and fingers. Green knew Red’s body best— no one else was allowed to touch him like that, now and forever more.
In tandem, they reached out for a kiss. Their lips locked in a frenzy of desperate tongue and clacking teeth. Even if the two knew one another well, the haze of lust sometimes would still get to them.
Green recoiled, soothing his top lip with his tongue, the sensitive skin sore with an incoming bruise. Then, he smiled, feeling all too smug. “I love you.”
Red laughed, slightly exasperated. Even so, he smiled back and gave Green an all-too-wet kiss on his cheek. “I love you, too.”
The way Red was cradling Green’s chin, the rumble of his rough, unused voice— it all traveled to Green’s stomach. He couldn't suppress the shiver coursing through his body, but Red supported him lovingly, pulling his thinner figure closer. In his moment of weakness, Red nuzzled his head into Green’s shoulder, planting open-mouthed kisses down the column.
Green twitched and squirmed. He was starting to regret not being patient. Red knew his buttons too well and knew just the right way to push them. And now, all Green could think about was Red ramming him against this bathroom stall. God, he should have waited until they got home.
Red bit down hard on the crook of his neck, and Green’s resounding yelp echoed off the bathroom walls in a gentle reminder that what they were doing was dangerous. Green felt Red’s cock twitch against his knee. Fuck, he was into this.
With a little more force, Green pushed his knee against Red’s crotch. The resulting moan was delicious; Red paused his assault to breathe heavy and hot against Green’s shoulder. His excitement was half-hard, straining against his jeans, and Green wanted it— wanted him.
“Red,” Green moaned as he pushed their chests closer. He tried desperately to steel himself. “We can’t do this here. Someone could come in.”
Red breathed out a small laugh as he buried his face back into Green’s neck. Green felt his skin ignite under the faint, teasing air that swept over it. Another delightful shiver passed through Green that Red cushioned lovingly. “You’re the one who pulled me in here.”
The smile Red donned brushed against Green’s neck, provoking and shit-eating. He wanted to fuck in this bathroom, huh? Well, then, he should be okay with the consequences of that decision.
Again, Green pushed against Red’s crotch. Red hummed breathlessly, bringing his hands to cup Green’s ass, trying recklessly to get more friction. Green smugly obliged, and Red tightened his grip. Green loved how big his hands were; his butt fit perfectly into those palms. He couldn’t help but breathe a laugh at his fiancé’s display. Sure, Red could push his buttons, but Green could press his, also.
Green brought his hands up to cradle Red’s cheek and took a moment to drink in his expression. Red’s eyes were blurry and unfocused; his cheeks stained a sweet salmon. His lips were wet and raw like he’d been biting them. He looked like pure eye candy, a cloying and more exclusive sweet that only Green got to have. And, of course, Green couldn’t help but indulge.
Their lips met in a more controlled manner this time, Green taking the lead. Red allowed himself to be kissed for a few minutes until nimble fingers started to unbutton his jeans. The sound of the zipper had him pulling away and halting Green’s sly hands.
“What?” Green nipped his ear. The cartilage was burning with embarrassment. “I thought you wanted this.”
His hands broke free from their restraints, moving to palm at Red’s need. The taller man curled in on himself and rested his forehead on Green’s shoulder. Green couldn’t help but huff amusedly and plant a teasing kiss against his warm neck. Red was all bark and no bite.
Green’s thumb pressed against the clothed head, and Red jerked up to meet the touch. “So needy, aren’t you?”
Red squished his face closer. He loved to fuck Green, press him up against any surface, and have his way, yet he could never handle receiving. Almost immediately, Red would get all flustered and whiny, as if they hadn’t had sex a million times before. Green loved to tease him about it.
“So desperate. I bet you’re close already, you needy virgin.” Green gave a hard squeeze. It was Red’s turn to shiver as Green brought his lips against his ear. His gentle voice soothed Red like a warm bath, “You’re hard just after a few minutes. Do you want me that badly?”
Red nodded with a whine. With a smirk, Green began to pull his cock out through the slit in his boxers. Red’s breathing crescendoed, nearly panting like a dog when his full prurience hit the cool air. Green gave his warm cheek a parting kiss before dropping to his knees.
Red’s dick was hot. Green wrapped his hands around the base, the tip slapping against his cheek wetly. Precum was dribbling down the shaft already, the scent of pure sex wafting from him in waves. Green loved how fucking big he was, but even better than that was how thick it was. Green’s thin fingers stretched to fit around it, the tips of his index and thumb barely meeting. It stuffed Green full every time they had sex, and his cock left an empty feeling behind that only Red could fill ever again.
When Green looked back at Red, the lust in his eyes was overwhelming. His teeth clenched, and his bottom lip sucked into his mouth. Green gave him a coy smile before slapping his dick against his cheek again. Red hissed in response, shuddering when Green gave him a long lick from base to tip. The precum was deliciously salty on his lips.
Green stroked him once, dry. “What would everyone say if they saw you whinin’ like this? Practically beggin’ to have sex in a public bathroom?” He spat into his hand and started to stroke again. Red’s hips canted. “Just because you’re getting this now doesn’t mean you can slack off later, you hear? You’re fuckin’ me into our mattress when we get home, and you’re givin’ me what I want.”
Red sobbed when Green took his tip into his mouth. His cock spat a glob of precum onto his tongue that Green lapped up greedily. He would never get enough of Red, not now, not ever. His smell, his taste— all of it was addicting.
Green bobbed lower and lower, relaxing his mouth with practiced ease. The first time Green attempted to give Red a blowjob, it went south fast. Giving a normal cock oral was hard enough, but adding an impressive girth and length made it almost impossible. It was good that Red was an attentive and gentle lover, let’s just say.
When he reached as close to the base as he could go, Green hummed. The vibration ricocheted through Red’s body, causing him to jerk and squirm. He felt his chest swell with pride. Making Red feel good was making Green’s core start to pulse. Green expertly curled his tongue underneath Red’s bottom vein in the way that Green knew drove him mad. He began to bob his head again, and eventually, one of Red’s hands found its way into his hair. His thick fingers tugged with every downstroke, encouraging but not taking over.
Then, Red’s hips twitched. He was trying to hold himself back. He was feeling that good, was he? Well, that wasn’t acceptable. He’s supposed to be savoring this.
Green separated from his dick with a small pop. He met Red’s eyes and saw daggers glean from his hazy irises. Though, Green only smiled and stood up. But he kept a firm grip on Red’s cock as he stood. He was only human, and he still had human needs.
“You’re an asshole.” Red grit out.
Green tugged at him, and Red buckled. “You’re trying to make this quick, and you should know I’m not a five-dollar whore.”
“Ah—” Red whined as Green thumbed his slit. The pink tip was starting to grow purple from need. Good; purple was his favorite color. Still, Red tried to steel himself. “You’re at least— ah— at least worth twenty.”
Green lightly laughed as he pulled himself closer. He tried to go in for a kiss but found himself mortified when Red turned his head away.
“Nooo,” Whimpered Red. “You have penis lips.”
Green scoffed. “Are you admitting that your penis is dirty? You shouldn’t allow your fiancé— whom you love and cherish— to suck on your gross dick.”
He hummed, ever petulant, “I don’t like the taste.”
“It tastes the same as I do!”
“No, it doesn’t! You taste way better than that.”
Green rolled his eyes. “If you want to be slutty and get your dick sucked in a bathroom, you’re gonna kiss my cocksucking lips and like it, mister.” Curling his unoccupied hand around Red’s nape, Green tugged him in for a kiss. This time, Red didn’t resist, only gave a pitiful noise of dissatisfaction. But Red started to loosen up as Green resumed his strokes. He moaned into their embrace, his paltry sounds getting swallowed by Green a moment later.
Red’s lips were fantastic. He kept them gentle and plush, and Green loved how fast they turned red and swollen after only a few kisses. They always left you wanting more, as there wasn’t another taste or feeling that emulated their caress. Also, Red's sparing use of tongue was teasing, but Green couldn't help but crave more. Time stood still when they made out as if it was only a figment of imagination. Hours Green could spend getting lost in the tender care Red put into each touch and lick.
It was Green’s turn to whine. He needed this as much as Red did. In tandem, he started to stroke Red faster, needing and helpless to his urges. Red paused to breathe heavily into his mouth, caught up in Green’s expertise. Green bit down on his bottom lip in his moment of weakness.
“You’re doin’ so good for me, baby,” Moaned Green. “Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” He twisted his wrist on an upstroke, and Red lewdly cried out. “What do you wanna do to me when we get home? Are you goin’ to lay me down and fuck me raw? Would you cum inside? It’s makin’ me wet just thinkin’ about it— feeling empty with all but your cum inside me the next day and havin’ to work like that. I can’t fuckin’ wait.”
Red rested his head against the stall with a bang. He started to moan in earnest, throaty and soft sounds dribbling from his lips with reckless abandon. And Green soaked up every single one. Green sucked a lingering kiss against Red’s throat before returning to his real job.
Though, Red stopped him before he could kneel all the way. Gently, he guided Green back until he slumped onto the toilet behind them. Green looked at him, confused for a moment, only to go silent when Red grabbed his cock authoritatively.
“Open.”
Blinking, Green obliged. Red slotted his fat cock between Green’s lips slowly, and Green could feel every inch scratch against his tongue. He expected to fall back into their rhythm, but instead, Red braced both his palms against the back of Green’s head and pushed. Green’s yelp muffled against the obscene amounts of cock in his mouth, and he enjoyed every moment.
Red groaned languidly as Green sucked him deeper and deeper. Under his intense gaze, Green grew hot. Red’s eyes raked over every inch of his disoriented face, and Green couldn’t tear himself away. To add insult to injury, Red sent a smirk Green’s way before beginning to thrust his dick inside Green’s welcoming mouth to a steady beat. Devilishly, Green swirled his tongue underneath the head as he began to pull away.
“Fuck!” Red’s hips stuttered. Green grabbed the back of his thighs tightly. Now, all Red could do was thrust and give up the hot cum that Green craved. Red was locked in, stuck in a pleasure limbo that pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
Red’s fat head blundered against the back of Green’s throat in such a way that Green just knew he was going to have a sore throat tomorrow. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to care. The drugs Red had in those hefty balls were worth any ailment.
In a gentle warning, Red tried to push Green’s head away. Fuck, he was close. He was so, so close to giving Green everything he needed. Green only pushed harder, no doubt drooling all over Red. He didn’t care— the easy slide was welcome.
Red grit his teeth. “Green,” he tried to warn again. Green didn’t listen— couldn’t. All his body could do was nurse Red’s tip and stroke him to completion. Red’s nails started to scratch against Green’s scalp harshly, and Green’s thoughts grew hazy. All that existed was Red. Everything else melted away, and suddenly—
Red’s hot cum spilled onto his tongue. More and more, it gushed, sliding down Green’s throat with nonchalance. Red was mewling above him at Green’s torturous lathing of his tongue, making sure to lap up every drop Red gave no matter how much he spasmed. This treat was his and his alone.
When Red’s thighs started to jump in overstimulation, Green decided to have mercy. He popped off, only to plant a gentle kiss on Red’s waning cock as if in thanks. With feather-light touches, Green tucked him away and stood. Again, Green leaned in for a kiss, only to get denied.
“Come on—” Damn, his voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Can we please have a tender moment? You’re being stingy.”
“You taste like cum.” Red’s voice was high and rough. Guess Green wasn’t the only one affected.
Green whined, “I kiss you when you eat me out, and this is basically the same thing.”
“That is sexy. Cum tastes gross.”
He grabbed Red’s ass, ensuring he dug his fingers into the plush fat enough to sting. The position made Red’s spent cock miserably brush against Green’s stomach. Maybe, if Red kissed him, he would let up.
Green lowered his voice to a whisper. “Please, baby?”
Red was a weak man. Of course, Green knew that. And what he was especially powerless to was pet names. Green already knew he’d won when Red’s cheeks began to flush. But, for the cherry on top: “I love you.”
Red bowed to his will. Gingerly he met Green’s lips, but when he tried to pull away after the brief exchange, Green crushed him back against himself. Exasperated, Red groaned, although he allowed the kiss to continue longer.
When Green allowed them to separate, Red gave him a sour look. “It doesn’t taste good. I just wanna taste you.”
Patting his cheek, Green breathed a gentle laugh. “C’mon, it’s a little sexy.”
“It’s only sexy because you’re the one with cum lips.”
“Charming.”
Green snuck another kiss to his lips. This time, though, he slipped his tongue inside Red’s mouth. Red recoiled like he’d gotten burned. Green could only chuckle. Oh, his fiancé was an idiot. Even so, Green loved their idiocy. It takes someone just a bit stupid to fall in love, you know?