The look on the toady little bastard’s face when Tom pulled out the ring, oh God, that was the most glorious fucking thing Michael had ever seen. Even more glorious than the look on Trisha Harr’s face that one time, that time when she realized far too late that the model conservative she’d invited to speak at a dinner full of conservative human supremacist assholes was 1) not actually a conservative asshole and b) not actually human.
In which Tom annihilates someone on his show and Michael finds righteous outrage sexy as hell.


