[ Tim steps back gently, and reaches for his tea again once he's seated. It's cooled off, maybe a bit more than he'd like, but he'll finish quickly. ]
Oh. Thank you.
[ With a soft dust of pink on his cheeks, unsure how to take the compliment in the wake of the blind items nightmare. It's made him feel objectified and uncomfortable, the tone of the post salacious, as if his body, his person were a scandal - an idea he's worked a very long time to dispel.
But Goodsir doesn't leer at him, or press with any further innuendo. Maybe he'd be a good person to be strong for. ]
I was just - I worked for a senator. But I played baseball in college.
[ And in lieu of a job to take his mind off of various other stressors, he likes to spend time at the gym. This place is stressful frequently. ]
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Oh. Thank you.
[ With a soft dust of pink on his cheeks, unsure how to take the compliment in the wake of the blind items nightmare. It's made him feel objectified and uncomfortable, the tone of the post salacious, as if his body, his person were a scandal - an idea he's worked a very long time to dispel.
But Goodsir doesn't leer at him, or press with any further innuendo. Maybe he'd be a good person to be strong for. ]
I was just - I worked for a senator. But I played baseball in college.
[ And in lieu of a job to take his mind off of various other stressors, he likes to spend time at the gym. This place is stressful frequently. ]