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[ He watches with an eyebrow raised, fully expecting you better, but pleasantly surprised to hear something more agreeable. The chance he had to be a proper father to Tim is lost to time, and the youngest Salvatore would much rather be treated like an adult now instead of the clumsy efforts to make up for lost time, and this is...a little of both. A step.

Teo finishes his sandwich, quiet for a moment, not sure what to do with the praise. None of his extreme actions, not even the ones he got caught for, not the ones he took the blame for, knowing his parents would handle it, he regrets. They’ve shown that they care about him enough to keep the charges from sticking on him. They have the resources to do more. ]

That cop groped me. [ He didn’t say anything back then. It was the first arrest, he was sixteen and scared enough as it was. ] Not a pat down. A full grab. Franco, too.

[ Would his father even remember the names of the others? Doubtful. ]

As far as I'm concerned, he deserved every word.

( Stefano wishes he was back there. He remembers that night vividly. He remembers the language the officer used, the slurs, the innuendo - long before he deserved it - despite never deserving it. He wishes he could be in the room with that officer for five minutes. Just five minutes.

And just like that, he returns to this spot, a laughing teen girl sliding into the pool.

Despite the severity and seriousness of their conversation, the party rages on. That's Saltburnt for you. )

And Eamon?

( He does. He remembers more than his son thinks. But he has no reason to believe he would. )

I'm sorry you didn't tell us. You could've. ( No. ) You should've.

( His mother would've ran that officer through with her heel. And then her heel.

He turns over again, resting his sunglasses ontop of his head. They'll remain here the rest of the afternoon. )

I'm sorry you were caught between us.

( Because that's what happened, they didn't yell at him. Just over him. They always yelled over him. About him. Rarely at him. He would still draw him close, kiss him on the forehead. Pour him a glass of wine. )

[ He shakes his head. Eamon was handled by a different officer, if anything inappropriate happened, Teo never knew about it. His parents moved him to another school, they haven't kept in touch. ]

I'm not even sure why I'm telling you now.

[ To explain why it didn't scare him straight? Or how the thought of that priest at his school had him escalating to car bombs? ]

It's...

[ Not fine. It's the reason for all of this, the multiple men, the sex tape, the chill in his bones where warmth and excitement should be. But: ]

It is what it is. For what it's worth, I think you'll both be happier, when the divorce is final.

( Her happiness isn't for him to say. And in ways, over the years, he has found happiness. Here and there. Interests Enthusiasm. Business. Otherwise.

A switch has definitely been flipped.

But happiness has different meaning to everything. He has happy days. Happy hours. Happy times. But, is he - happy? Maybe with Niklaus. After a big deal is made. Here and there. )

Happiness isn't everything.

( And with that, he flips back, laying his head down. He stretches an arm behind his head. )

But it's achievable.

( Maybe.

Are you happy? He really wants to ask. He wants to delve, to know everything. But, maybe there's too much. Maybe things take time. He can't force information. He can't force information. And so, again, he falls into a comfortable silence. )

oh yeah, that's a big concern on italian vineyards, i hear. top priority. how bout hawkins fuller the tennis gay icon? would he take a dinosaur bite for you?

too soon to tell. maybe? I can tell he's really into me.

well yeah, he's a guy with eyes. has he been like REALLY into you? 😏😏😏

Not yet. But he's taking me out for my birthday. I can wait a couple days.

okay damn what are you catholic now? glutton for punishment hope he's worth it. you seen anyone else since we arrived?

He's a romantic and the hottest man in the manor. If he wants to woo me for a special occasion, I'm gonna let him.

Harry. And Quentin, kind of. To throw my parents off Harry's trail. I don't think it's working.

what's the catch. there's always a catch. is he like super into some weird kink? is he married? is his dick small???? no because your dad's a bloodhound of disapproval and generational emotional repression. and you're suspicious when youre being sweet.

I hope so, widowed, and I've zoomed in on enough short tennis shorts to know he's not.

I'm not being sweet. Maybe I'm being a gold digging whore.

oh, hes got trauma!!!! i love a widower 😍😍😍 gonna let him cry into your manly bosom a little maybe???? you're so sweet you give me cavities baby teo~ but youre also a whore because you contain multitudes, bitch. its the new millennium you can be whoever you want

If the dick's good, he can cry wherever he wants 😢

don't tell anyone but im kind of excited

if i talk to him i'll be sure to mention how tear-absorbent your tits are~ awwwwww, you big softie maybe he WILL domesticate you, huh?

He's probably seen them, baby k

God i hope so

wait nvm

I read that as dominate

a little reinforcement always works. god knows you don't need a wingman but if i dont get involved in mess i die 😞 both. he can do both. domesticate dominate put u in a little apron and bend u over the table do it for the sluts timoteo!!!!!!!