As per our discussions on reviews, I thought I ought to review this since I just went back and re-read it. *sigh* I had forgotten how much I like your descriptive style here. The senses are so indulged and catered to, and I do agree that more than any other fic I personally have read (not that I read a ton of Kimbley-fic), this fic makes Kimbley feel alive and three dimensional to me. It kind of breaks down his feelings beyond the usual "blow up, blow up, blow up" and sort of makes him into an artist perceiving a work of art. I think that's what I really love here--the feel of art. Cheers! I really wish we had more fan fic like this being written in the present fandom.