#insanelyimpulsive

[irredeemablespeedster]

"Notreally." He nods, glances away, back, handsinpocketsawayagain. He can't do this-- standing still. Talking. Needs to do something, but can't initiate, because if he does he might break this whateveritis between them and he can't. do. that. "Wherever you want is fine. Idon'tcare."

“Very well.” Thad grabs Bart’s wrist and abruptly begins walking. It’s with intensity and briskness and he doesn’t even look at Bart. He can’t. He just keeps tugging him along. There’s a bit of a silence and then Thad asks, still not looking at him and in a voice touched with awkwardness, 

“Are you hungry?”

[irredeemablespeedster]

"Anywhere." The mere fact Thad's willing to go /anywhere/ with him is a feat by itself- he'd rather not ruin it picking the wrong place. "Anywhere's fine with me." He tries to anticipate his choice. Private, so he won't have to be seen with Bart in public, or the exact opposite? He supposes bystanders would be a bit of an encouragement not to rip his throat out, but, well. This /is/ Thad. "Idon'treallycare." As long as he doesn't have to go back to the apartment lonelier than usual, he's happy.

Thad tilts his head in that way that he does and seems honestly perplexed. He breathes once, then blinks, then looks up at Bart, “You don’t have a preference…?”

He blinks a few times, his fingers twitching towards the other before retreating back to his side, the tips still shaking lightly. Whether Thad’s aware of that or not isn’t clear. The only thing that isn’t muddled is Thad’s own confusion.

“None?”

[angelmanagementissues]

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[forgottenboywonder]

insanelyimpulsive started following you

Jason narrowed an eye at the new person. "Who are you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

[irredeemablespeedster]

"... go somewhere?" His brow furrows slightly in confusion. He thought he'd abandoned the roller coaster of his and Thad's relationship, too stressed with other things to deal with the constant shifts between almost-friendship and what he thought was loathing. And now he wants to hang out? "I- yeah. Okay.." It's not as if he has anything better to do.

“I thought—” Who is he kidding? 

Is this what Thad’s really going to do? How is going to help Bart? Does he even want to? Yes. The answer to that question is undoubtedly yes, even though it nearly causes his dinner to make a guest reappearance in his throat.

“What would you want? Somewhere public? Private?”

Had that seemed as strange as it’d sounded?

[irredeemablespeedster]

"Sorry," he murmurs one last time, raising his gaze to study Thad once more. He'd been wrong to dismiss him as a threat before- it won't be happening again. He can't fight back, no, but submitting to those bigger than him is second nature these days. "I won't- I didn't mean to bother you. Sor-" he cuts himself off, looking away again. "Icangonow. Forget this ever happened, okay? Go... do whatever it is you do whenever I'm not around."

“We should—” What? They should what? Is Thad even to grips with what he’s saying? But he does know that he can’t just continue this—Bart needs something. Someone. And Thad doesn’t know if he’s going to get that from anyone or anywhere and so what if it’s from Thad? Would anyone know? And would Thad truly care?

“We should go somewhere. Do—”

Do what?

“—Something.”

[irredeemablespeedster]

"Sorry," he mumbles, chancing a glance up at Thad. "SorryIkeepsayingsorry. ... Sorry." He pulls Gar's jacket more tightly closed around himself. The blonde will have to give at least a little effort if he wants to hurt him again. "Grife, um.. Sorry."

“I said to stop it.” Thad feels detached, not there at all, maybe he’s still in shock, or maybe it’s the alien feeling of this conversation. His fingers edge towards Bart yet again, and stay raised just a bit towards him.

“Stop saying sorry.”

[irredeemablespeedster]

Bart blinks, stares, something cracking in his eyes. He shies away like he should have done long ago, gaze dropping to the ground. "I'm sorry," he whimpers, a short, pathetic noise. He's barely worthy of being called Bart Allen at this point, just some shattered /thing/ wearing his face. Thad's words cut him, but he feels so paper thin lately it goes straight to the heart of him. "I'm sorry. I tried to stop. Pleasedon'tbemad. I'm sorry.."

Thad feels odd; something twisting in his gut. It’s digging into his side, spreading up to his head and making it go a bit fuzzy. Now Bart’s apologizing to him? He shakes his head.

“I’m…” Is he angry? Yes. Of course he is. But Bart. The way he’s acting. “Stop that.”