@mischiefxmanagcd | Long/Novella Starter
loosely based on: “i don’t really like you because you remind me of my ex but there’s something about you that makes me feel like i’m at home again”
Standing outside their front door, TK found himself questioning every single moment that had brought him here. Every single decision that had drawn him through the nightmare that had been his shift, every single minute spent making tough choices, all the way to where he was standing in that very second - he questioned all of it. No one would deny that being a firefighter was hard, particularly when they were faced with calls like the one he’d seen that day, but he doubted anyone really knew just how gut wrenching it could be having to choose who to save.
The final decision he’d made had been such a stupid move on his own part, TK knew that. He knew the rules, the procedures, the policies and the protocols, and yet pushing boundaries had apparently been his M.O lately. This hadn’t come as much of a shock to anyone else, but when he’d put himself and one of the team in nearly fatal danger, it was no longer just a case of reckless decisions - they were dangerous ones.
Which was precisely how he’d ended up in the emergency room having his forehead and a few other injuries patched up, and sent on a two-week suspension disgused not-so-subtly as ‘two weeks to recover’ for a concussion he wasn’t sure he actually had. He should’ve gone home - he could’ve gone home - but facing his dad didn’t seem like the best plan right now... Not when his emotions were running riot, when his head wouldn’t shut up and that urge to find the nearest dealer was itching at his skin even after all this time. Apparently, turning up here was the alternative.
Ironic, considering they reminded TK so much of the man, of the instability that had led him to relapse back in New York. Yet, as that door opened, he was hit with such a sense of familiarity despite the fact that, really, they barely knew eachother at all.
“H-Hey, sorry to stop by so late,” TK started, inhaling a breath with a minute shake of his head at just how lame that sounded. He shouldn’t be stopping by at all. He probably should’ve lost their address the second he’d known it. Holding onto that kind of information was weird when you barely knew someone. “Can I uh... do you mind if I hang here for a bit?”