(BOOK NERD ATTACK!) It is a novel (and a Merchant Ivory film with Emma Thompson and Anthony Hopkins!) about a butler who is basically recalling his life, which has been spent, well, serving other people and having exactly no life of his own, and it's so quietly heartbreaking and pathetic and sad. BUT ANYWAY! He and the housekeeper are totally work-married and it is precious, but he's so staunchly professional that he will never even admit to himself that he's in love with her -- which makes her really frustrated, because she's more overt about the feelings between them, and finally she just gets tired of waiting around for him. And there is one line in the whole book where the butler addresses that he was in love with her, and basically the whole book is just the most exquisite repression-and-subtext fest I have ever known.

Except D/D.

Subtext is my love! Sometimes I think it is way more fun than relationships where the characters actually get to make out with each other.

I think I've seen the movie playing on HBO, but I watched Prince of Persia instead? lol. idk.

And there is one line in the whole book where the butler addresses that he was in love with her, and basically the whole book is just the most exquisite repression-and-subtext fest I have ever known.

MURR. This entire discussion is pulling back my writing muse.

Yeah, it would be fun to have the characters make out with each other. But I would like them to make out after having episodes and episodes of subtext so that I can squee my heart out and die from the squee. (aka I READ IT RIGHT! I READ THE SUBTEXT RIGHT!)