[ ...Hard to argue. Tim would rather be celibate than be driven by lust without connection to go with it. It doesn't have to be love, necessarily - not anymore, not now that he's sullied himself by offering his body to devils, not when he's still picking up the pieces of the oft-shattered part of him that believes he can be loved at all. ]
Believe it or don't. But that's what family means to me. You invited it.
[ And if he didn't want it? He shouldn't have done it so hastily. No takebacks.
Tim turns quickly on his heel, squinting at something poking out from a bush. He can't fit his glasses properly around the mask, so he's got them on a string around his neck like his grandmother. He raises them so he can actually see more than ten feet from his face. ]
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Believe it or don't. But that's what family means to me. You invited it.
[ And if he didn't want it? He shouldn't have done it so hastily. No takebacks.
Tim turns quickly on his heel, squinting at something poking out from a bush. He can't fit his glasses properly around the mask, so he's got them on a string around his neck like his grandmother. He raises them so he can actually see more than ten feet from his face. ]
...No, they don't.