So the next day in Rome dawned and we were blessed with Jensen and more Jensen, photo ops that went wrong because I can't find words when staring into the sun, and lots and lots of face achingly funny panels. My friend Monica from Australia had managed to find Jensen's resume to match Misha's from last year, and was all prepared for Misha to get some revenge. What happened instead was dancing, which was entirely unexpected and totally gobsmackingly awesome.
Jensen's solo panel - and he looked scorching hot in that pseudo denim shirt. Beats plaid any day!( beware the massive picspamming below the cut! )
Jensen's solo panel - and he looked scorching hot in that pseudo denim shirt. Beats plaid any day!( beware the massive picspamming below the cut! )