[This is why he has no friends. This is why he has no one.
(Not true, a desperate voice in his head cries. That's not true.)
It feels true, though. And there's precedent. Logically. This wouldn't be the first time he buries something good
Ari Ives Steph Zo Tam
or buries someone he only barely knows
Z Owens his dad
so it doesn't even hurt. Really, it doesn't. Tim had long suspected he's dead inside, or well on the way there. He waits a full two minutes for a response before allowing himself to drift off to sleep.
Words blare across his closed lids, blinding color fires through his head. He wakes up because the phone tells him to.
no subject
(Not true, a desperate voice in his head cries. That's not true.)
It feels true, though. And there's precedent. Logically. This wouldn't be the first time he buries something good
Ari
Ives
Steph
Zo
Tam
or buries someone he only barely knows
Z
Owens
his dad
so it doesn't even hurt. Really, it doesn't. Tim had long suspected he's dead inside, or well on the way there. He waits a full two minutes for a response before allowing himself to drift off to sleep.
Words blare across his closed lids, blinding color fires through his head. He wakes up because the phone tells him to.
Sure.]
are you okay?
[He knows he's a dick. Thanks.]