[ After dinner, Tim warns Hawk that he might be gone for a while, and finds his way to Goodsir's place. He feels awkward, unprepared without having brought anything - a bottle of wine, a plate of cookies. Things he hasn't put any thought towards for a while, since he won't be allowed until Easter.
And because every so often, it almost seems like he's being flirted with. Which is delusional, or this place has warped his perception to see subtexts that aren't there. Or wishful thinking? Which is even more absurd - he doesn't need a rebound, and Goodsir doesn't need a younger man sniffing around him before he's even gotten his strength back. He's made that quite clear.
It's easy enough to shake away those stray thoughts, with a deep breath and a knock on the door. ]
Hi, Harry.
[ Smiling. The conversation promises to be somber, so they ought to get them in while they can. ]
You know, your last confession didn't scare me. So I doubt I'll think less of you. [ ... ] Not, a confession-confession. You know what I mean.
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Date: 2025-04-04 03:22 am (UTC)And because every so often, it almost seems like he's being flirted with. Which is delusional, or this place has warped his perception to see subtexts that aren't there. Or wishful thinking? Which is even more absurd - he doesn't need a rebound, and Goodsir doesn't need a younger man sniffing around him before he's even gotten his strength back. He's made that quite clear.
It's easy enough to shake away those stray thoughts, with a deep breath and a knock on the door. ]
Hi, Harry.
[ Smiling. The conversation promises to be somber, so they ought to get them in while they can. ]
You know, your last confession didn't scare me. So I doubt I'll think less of you. [ ... ] Not, a confession-confession. You know what I mean.