[ Clearly within view and evident without snooping - a small portrait of the Virgin Mary on the wall, an open wardrobe with entirely too much plaid, a small stack of historical books on Tim's nightstand about both their futures (the Vietnam War, queer activism, the best of New Hollywood), a clean ashtray and a photo of Tim with his beau on the other side. It's decorated in warm browns and calming blues in a way that clashes a bit, but it's comfortable. ]
Cream, please.
[ There's a leather armchair a proper distance from the bed where Tim invites him to sit, before perching down on the edge of the mattress himself. ]
...and thank you. I probably should have just kept my mouth shut instead of calling more attention to it. But everything from murder to my intimate life is given the same designation, as gossip. It cheapens all of it. Like nothing matters.
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Date: 2025-03-26 05:28 am (UTC)Cream, please.
[ There's a leather armchair a proper distance from the bed where Tim invites him to sit, before perching down on the edge of the mattress himself. ]
...and thank you. I probably should have just kept my mouth shut instead of calling more attention to it. But everything from murder to my intimate life is given the same designation, as gossip. It cheapens all of it. Like nothing matters.