Well, it's been a rather quiet weekend hereabouts, mostly because poor dear Mr. Muscato finds himself rather in the position of the caped crusader above. Nothing broken, thank goodness, but an imposing splint/cast/bandage-y sort of thing, strict instructions to keep still, and an enticing array of painkillers.(On a side note, it's not as easy as you might think to find a random image that combines a cast and a certain allure - and my goodness, do you have to wade through a ridiculous amount of eyebrow-raising ephemera to do so! The things that people get up to. All I know is that I don't recommend Googling "hot man leg in a cast" if you're not quite entirely alone. I'm still blushing...)
He'll be fine, of course, but it would not be wholly inaccurate to say that I think he may be working the situation a little more than is strictly necessary. I've firmly drawn the line, though, at the Robin costume.
