So. Jemma Redgrave. THE Jemma Redgrave. This one, right here:
She was in my dream last night. And we were flirting. Really flirting. At her house. Or it could have been heaven. They may be the same thing. No offence, but I basically spent much of the dream on a promise.
And I think we kissed at the end but it’s doing that dream thing where the more I think about it the hazier it gets. I was happy just to spend the night being hopelessly in love with her, in her presence, to be honest.