[ Tim squeezes back. It verges on the edge of being tight, just so that he knows that he’s sturdy enough to lean on. He’s been keeping secrets his whole life, and that hasn’t stopped here. Ironic that he’s so good at it, with how much he hates having to be the one to omit the truth or lie outright, but Goodsir’s secrets are his own to share. It’s part of why the blind item ordeal has bothered him so much, revealing even the benign revelations of his or Hawk’s rumors could get them blacklisted, disowned, or attacked by people with hate in their hearts that outsizes Goodsir’s by a mile. Old fears bubbling up at the worst possible time. ]
Of course. I’m a locked box. Won’t tell a soul.
[ Muttered into his messy curls, while the hug lingers. No hurry. He’ll let go if Goodsir wants him to, or hold him until dinnertime. Whatever brings him peace. ]
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Date: 2025-03-27 10:03 pm (UTC)Of course. I’m a locked box. Won’t tell a soul.
[ Muttered into his messy curls, while the hug lingers. No hurry. He’ll let go if Goodsir wants him to, or hold him until dinnertime. Whatever brings him peace. ]