[ ...stern. He’s taken somewhat aback, and tries to hide that reaction in his hands, rubbing them over his cheeks and briefly knocking his glasses askew. ]
I didn’t mean—no, of course it isn’t. But you’re dealing with a lot, you don’t need my heartache on top of it.
[ Does anyone need anyone else’s miseries? ...maybe. To commiserate, to understand them better. Tim breaks his gaze on Goodsir, looking down at his hands to pick at a hangnail. ]
It’s been a hard couple of months. I had to be a soldier, I buried a friend. I had a boyfriend, except I never got to formally accept the title, and now I can’t, because he’s gone. It's just...hard.
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Date: 2025-04-04 08:21 pm (UTC)I didn’t mean—no, of course it isn’t. But you’re dealing with a lot, you don’t need my heartache on top of it.
[ Does anyone need anyone else’s miseries? ...maybe. To commiserate, to understand them better. Tim breaks his gaze on Goodsir, looking down at his hands to pick at a hangnail. ]
It’s been a hard couple of months. I had to be a soldier, I buried a friend. I had a boyfriend, except I never got to formally accept the title, and now I can’t, because he’s gone. It's just...hard.