[ No flattery, when every other word from his mouth is to sing Tim's praises. He can't help but chuckle at it. ]
Is it flattery just to tell you that I like it? I like you, and I like this.
[ ’I’ve been poisoned.’ It hurts his heart to hear him speak like that, this kind, gentle man, who hasn’t had an unkind word for anyone in the entire time he’s known him. Tim’s instinct is to argue, to convince him that he knows better, but deep down, he knows it’s not so different from what he confessed to Koby during the wolf games. Under dire circumstances, he’d become the worst version of himself, darkened his soul with things that can’t be washed away. It had only been a month. What if he’d endured the horrors for as long as Harry had? His spirit would have been chipped away until there was nothing left. ]
Poisoning is a good word for it. Because it’s not really you, it didn’t come from you. Your environment changed you. Made you do terrible things. But you can recover.
[ Tim pulls apart from him, just a bit, enough to pull the blankets over them. Keep his crisis of faith, his selfishness, his imperfections warm inside of him where they belong. If the illusion of his perfection gives Harry comfort, he’ll maintain it. ]
If I can help you do that, I’ll have done more good here than bad.
no subject
[ No flattery, when every other word from his mouth is to sing Tim's praises. He can't help but chuckle at it. ]
Is it flattery just to tell you that I like it? I like you, and I like this.
[ ’I’ve been poisoned.’ It hurts his heart to hear him speak like that, this kind, gentle man, who hasn’t had an unkind word for anyone in the entire time he’s known him. Tim’s instinct is to argue, to convince him that he knows better, but deep down, he knows it’s not so different from what he confessed to Koby during the wolf games. Under dire circumstances, he’d become the worst version of himself, darkened his soul with things that can’t be washed away. It had only been a month. What if he’d endured the horrors for as long as Harry had? His spirit would have been chipped away until there was nothing left. ]
Poisoning is a good word for it. Because it’s not really you, it didn’t come from you. Your environment changed you. Made you do terrible things. But you can recover.
[ Tim pulls apart from him, just a bit, enough to pull the blankets over them. Keep his crisis of faith, his selfishness, his imperfections warm inside of him where they belong. If the illusion of his perfection gives Harry comfort, he’ll maintain it. ]
If I can help you do that, I’ll have done more good here than bad.