Tim thinks, he deserves a goddamn medal. There's no one else he knows that would restrain themselves from throttling this guy if they could see him the way he does.
It's so... sad, Tim thinks. It's so incredibly fucked up.
Ever since the-- their first time, he thought to himself this isn't how it's supposed to go. Yeah, sure, candlelight and rose petals might've been too much, but there's no big... there's no... like at the wedding, where the love was a palpable, living entity weaving between and through the couple.
Him and Jeff just kinda screw around.
Make each other laugh sometimes. Tim aches. He needs-- wants it more than just 'sometimes'. But they're not built like that. Case in point:
"I don't want to share you," he hisses. Tim brings a hand up, long fingers tracing a scar that's familiar to see in the mirror but that's still unwelcome on Jeff's skin. A cut throat. "Who the hell were you messing with? What were you doing to get popular enough for groupies?"
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It's so... sad, Tim thinks. It's so incredibly fucked up.
Ever since the-- their first time, he thought to himself this isn't how it's supposed to go. Yeah, sure, candlelight and rose petals might've been too much, but there's no big... there's no... like at the wedding, where the love was a palpable, living entity weaving between and through the couple.
Him and Jeff just kinda screw around.
Make each other laugh sometimes. Tim aches. He needs-- wants it more than just 'sometimes'. But they're not built like that. Case in point:
"I don't want to share you," he hisses. Tim brings a hand up, long fingers tracing a scar that's familiar to see in the mirror but that's still unwelcome on Jeff's skin. A cut throat. "Who the hell were you messing with? What were you doing to get popular enough for groupies?"