“What I’m trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps, despite appearances, I like you, very much.” “Ah. Apart from the smoking and the drinking and the vulgar mother and the verbal diarrhea.” “No, I like you very much. Just as you are.”
You know that thing Colin Firth does when he smiles and he’s slightly laughing and he’s got the lil overbite with the bunny teeth? My god is that adorable. Here, Colin. Have my heart. It’s useless now anyway. It melted at your cute as fuck smile.