[ There are times when one must pause, think about whether they're going to give the polite answer or the honest one. But all these secrets are a burden. Tim seeks and offers the truth whenever he can, and Goodsir deserves it, if he's being invited to share, doesn't he? ]
No, but that's okay. You're here to help. Come on in.
[ Tim opens the door, ushering him inside. The room is lived in, but tidy - he and his partner have been here for going on ten months now, although not always together, and not always in this room, the last having ignited somewhat of a passion for fire - the bookshelf pleasantly arranged, the bed made, every knickknack and piece of evidence of a life built here arranged purposefully. It is Tim himself in disarray, his glasses abandoned on the coffee table and his hair mussed from running his own hands through it to soothe himself. ]
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Date: 2025-03-26 03:55 am (UTC)[ There are times when one must pause, think about whether they're going to give the polite answer or the honest one. But all these secrets are a burden. Tim seeks and offers the truth whenever he can, and Goodsir deserves it, if he's being invited to share, doesn't he? ]
No, but that's okay. You're here to help. Come on in.
[ Tim opens the door, ushering him inside. The room is lived in, but tidy - he and his partner have been here for going on ten months now, although not always together, and not always in this room, the last having ignited somewhat of a passion for fire - the bookshelf pleasantly arranged, the bed made, every knickknack and piece of evidence of a life built here arranged purposefully. It is Tim himself in disarray, his glasses abandoned on the coffee table and his hair mussed from running his own hands through it to soothe himself. ]
I'm a little embarrassed. I caused a scene.