#cryiinghavoc

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“I would rather have you than boobs ok.”

The way the comment is worded, Tim could easily make a joke, ask if Brad ever wanted boobs or something just as lame. Instead he takes the words for what they were supposed to be and smiles, taking comfort. He worries sometimes, about Brad wanting…not him. He tries not to think that way but sometimes, after years of being the back up, his anxieties get the better of him.

It had been a stupid question, one fueled by half asleep thoughts. Almost as dangerous as the ones that came when he was alone for too long. ‘Wouldn’t you rather be with a woman?’ They had fallen together completely by accident. “I would too..rather have you, I mean.” Tucking his head under Brad’s chin, Tim tangles their legs together, let’s himself be held and wonders why he’d ever shied away from this touch. “I shouldn’t have asked that.” He whispers in to the dark, to himself and Brad. An apology in its softness.

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“I’m remembering your license plate so I can report you to the police at random points of my life.”

“Just to be sure I remember that you’re around? Or that you’re thinking of me?” Tim doesn’t look up from the pan where he was cooking an omelette for Brad. He doesn’t know what brought this up, probably the fact that he had slept on the couch again. Sober this time. He thinks about telling Brad that he’s trying to stop drinking.

He says, “want onions in this,” instead and pushes the thought to the back of his mind.

“You know, being pissed that I make sure you get to your appointments and take your meds isn’t good enough for the police to actually arrest someone, right?”

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“Update: the butter is not stuck anymore.”

Tim stares at the phone in his hands, contemplating what he was seeing in the list of messages. It was almost like a story, a very unusual story, and Tim is pretty sure he should be questioning Brads ability to be left alone. He looks at the most recent one, blinking as he reads it over and over before sighing.

[Text: Brad] When I come over, you’re telling me the whole story about how you managed to get the butter on the ceiling.

[Text: Brad] I want to laugh at you in person

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@cryiinghavoc

The carpet under Tim's cheek is unfamiliar, a different texture than his own back home. It's how he knows he's somewhere he probably shouldn't be and his head throbs with an agreement. Dragging his hand up from his side, he rubs his face, wincing as he wipes away drool and forces his eyes open to look around. There was a couch in front of him and if he tilts his head just enough, he can see the pillow laying peacefully on it. Putting two and two together, Tim realizes that he must have rolled off which explained why there was a blanket wrapped around his feet. He puts his head down and closes his eyes to gather the energy to roll and look at the rest of the room, wincing through his hang-over. If he had slept on the couch, that meant that he likely hadn't slept with anyone and that he wouldn't have to try sneaking out before he was noticed.

Tim blinks when he recognizes the living room and snorts. But of course he found his way back to Brad's space, he spent more time here these past weeks than he has in his own apartment. Instead of getting up, he reaches up to jerk the pillow down on to his face. Maybe he can smother himself back to sleep.

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❛ WOULD YOU know of my brother, I wonder? We are around the same age I assume, give or take. ❜

♛       ┆   ❜                sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ.             ┆        @cryiinghavoc​ !

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cryiinghavoc replied to your post:/pokes head out from under rock

mmmm, a nice juicy squirrel. gamey, but full of flavor!

oooooomg

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cryiinghavoc replied: licks ur whole entire face

is this how you show affection? bc i am Feelin it

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"You seem a little defensive." // shRUGS howdy i'm grace C:

civil war starters. | no longer accepting( @cryiinghavoc )

             ❝don’t take it personally, kinda become somewhat of a second nature these days, ain’t always a bad thing.❞ shrugging lightly, he allowed his guard to be lowered for a brief moment to talk to the opposing male. sure, he had come off as defensive, but as of late, he wasn’t the only person to say such a thing to him – staying on the defense as much as possible was almost like a reflex, unable to stop it and in all honesty, he didn’t want to, even if that did make him seem a little TOO defensive sometimes.