Everyone at Nutter University loves Dr. Crowley. He's so popular that they've had to beg him to teach two lecture hall courses each term to keep up with the sheer number of students who want to take his class. His fellow biology professors can be quite grouchy about it, pointing out the high percentage of male-attracted students who sign up for his class. He just lets it slide off him like water off a duck's back.

The most he's ever said about it is "Oh, please, Dagon. I never shut up about Ezra. The students know I'm taken."

This is 100% true. Part of Dr. Crowley's popularity stems from the fact that he seems physically incapable of saying the words "my husband" fewer than three times in each lecture. His students have no idea who this mysterious "husband" is, but they know that he loves Shakespeare, sushi, Beethoven, and tulips. They've even started trying to draw police-sketch-artist-style pictures to figure out what "Mr. Crowley" must look like, although Dr. Crowley mostly just describes him physically as "adorable". Rumor has it that there are photos in Dr. Crowley's office, but he always holds office hours in the greenhouse, so no one is sure.

Dr. Fell is less popular with the general student body, but no student who has taken his Introduction to Literary Criticism class has managed to leave without becoming a little attached to him. He's an absolute expert in his subject--passionate and utterly devoted to it. He seems so obsessed with literature that his students have come to the conclusion that he doesn't really have a social life. He never discusses his personal life or alludes to romantic partners, even when covering Shakespeare's sonnets. There are no photos in his office at all.

His students feel a little sorry for him, assuming he must be lonely. His students have taken to suggesting things he should do in his free time or places where he might meet people. They really do love him.

Then two students headed back from a late night astrology lab see him snogging Dr. Crowley in the back of Dr. Crowley's car.

Suddenly, Dr. Crowley's students are quite chilly towards him. They seem bothered by his sweet stories instead of charmed by them. The lecture hall gets a little less crowded each time. It's sad, really, and Dr. Crowley starts worrying about how he's offended so many students at once.

Dr. Fell's office hours are suddenly going by without a single appointment. Students stop telling him about wonderful new restaurants and seem just as interested as he is in skimming over Jane Austen. It's very disconcerting, and he decides to cheer himself up by going to sit in on Crowley's horticultural bio lab one day.

"Hello, Alicia!" Dr. Fell says cheerfully, "I didn't know you were taking Dr. Crowley's class."

"I'm in Astronomy 208, too," she replies, with surprising frostiness.

"Erm, that's nice? I don't know much about stars, but AJ--that is, Dr. Crowley--enjoys reading about them."

Alicia looks like she's about to say something scathing when Dr. Crowley walks in. He lights up like the sun the moment he sees Dr. Fell.

"Hello, angel!" Dr. Crowley exclaims, "To what do I owe the visit? We're past ferns, you know."

Dr. Fell grins back, "I don't have another class until five and thought I'd like to see you before I get home tonight."

"Well, I suppose I can waive the audit fee just this once," Dr. Crowley teases.

"And you might get odd looks at the bank, trying to deposit a check from your own account."

"Wait, DR. FELL is your husband?" Alicia practically shrieks.

"Where have you been?" Dr. Crowley asks, "I talk about him all the time."

"Oh do you, my dear?" Dr. Fell blushes.

"Let me guess, you've never mentioned me once."