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[holyposition]

Aww, you're getting better with the camera. That's a great one.

Hey, for no reason at all. Eucalyptus or bamboo?

[mygoodsir]

Thank you. They're called Christmas roses. I thought of you.

Oh, eucalyptus is medicinal, Tim. I'm not sure about bamboo. Are you unwell?

[holyposition]

They're beautiful.

I am
shopping for candles :)

[mygoodsir]

As are you.

Oh! For the room? Bamboo then, I think, to avoid it smelling like a sickbay.

[holyposition]

You too. I wanted to jump you this morning but I was already late.

It's not like a sick bay. It's mixed with spicy tea and I think...honey?

But if you'd rather have something lighter, I'll go with that.

[mygoodsir]

We are alright, then?

Oh, that sounds lovely then. I do love tea.

Whatever you think is best, dear.

[holyposition]

I think so. I hope so.

Alright, I'll decide. I invited the girls over for Christmas dinner, by the way.

[mygoodsir]

I love you Tim. I am sorry for being cross with you.

Oh, that's wonderful!

[holyposition]

I gave you a good reason to. It's alright. I need to learn how to be a little more decisive with this stuff.

Yeah :) Now I just have to figure out what teenage girls like.

[mygoodsir]

I am disappointed in myself that I could not provide you what you needed. But I think perhaps we must allow ourselves some grace. You are the first romantic relationship of my adult life so I suppose a few mistakes are bound to happen.

Well, food.

[holyposition]

Neither of us have been blessed with telepathy, we won't be on the same page every time. But with some grace and patience, we always figure it out. We're okay, my love.

Well, obviously. I was thinking gifts.

[mygoodsir]

So you and Hawk are working it out, then?

Oh, well. I was thinking books.

[holyposition]

Slowly, but I think so. That's the goal, anyway. We're gonna take things slow. We agreed it would be a bad idea to rush it.

Melissa said Jackie likes drawing. Maybe something about art.

[mygoodsir]

Good. That is good.
I meant what I said, Tim. Court one another, do not just go back to the way it was.

Oh, yes, drawing is a fine activity for young ladies.

[holyposition]

You were right. The way things were was arguing more often than not. I don't want to spend our time here doing that.

Maybe a nice pencil set?

[mygoodsir]

Good.
Tim, I love you more than you may every know. But please know this, too: I do not simply agree to things to make you happy. I do truly support you in this rekindling of your love. I was hurt, yes, but I understand.

A brilliant idea.

[holyposition]

Thanks for saying that. I love you, too. That's why I worry so much that I'm hurting you with this back and forth and indecisiveness. I spent a long time lying to myself, and to you by extension. I shouldn't have done that.

I'm sorry. I'll learn from this, I promise. I won't ask you to decide for me anymore.



Well. Unless we're taking clothes off. 😇

[mygoodsir]

I admit that I was very frustrated. It felt that no matter what I did, it was incorrect. But that is simply how life is, sometimes. I'll not hold it against you.

I am content that you still want me by your side.

Well, in that case, yes, I will happily make your decisions for you.

[holyposition]

I felt the same way. I trusted your judgement but didn't think about your feelings.
I think this is the right thing, taking it slow. I guess it'll take time to know for sure.

I invited him over for Christmas, too. I know it's still kind of fraught, but nobody should be alone for it.

Speaking of telling me what to do.
That thing with Mr. Giles was fun. Did you like that, him reporting back to you?

[mygoodsir]

I am optimistic.

I think that's a lovely idea. I do care for Hawkins too, you know.

Tim. Will we be alone at any point? Christmas eve perhaps?

Oh, I enjoyed that very much. Rupert is a good sport.

[holyposition]

I know. He cares about you too. He proved it when we were snowed in. It meant a lot to me.

We'll be alone for Christmas Eve. And in the morning. And after dinner. Don't you worry.

Good. I liked it too. Stephen's out since Hawk snarled at him (i'll talk to him about it once things settle down...) but if you still want to do that, maybe Giles.

[mygoodsir]

Yes, he did.

Alright. I shan't require much time, but I do have a gift for you.

You know, it's one thing for Hawkins to mess up YOUR sex life, darling, but it's quite another for him to ruin mine.

Perhaps some day. I'm wary of complicating things now.

[holyposition]

I've got something for you, too. Maybe a couple of things. I get carried away for Christmas. We'll have plenty of time though.

I agree, but Stephen doesn't want to get involved in any drama, and I can't promise him there won't be any. We were mature about it.

When or if you're ready, we can try. I can get Hawk to stand down. He got mad at me for snapping at Bob, I'll remind to practice what he preaches.

[mygoodsir]

Good.

Lovely. [can you feel the dry british sarcasm, Tim?]

You snapped at Bob? Why?

[holyposition]

[ yes, he can...the things Hawk says to his lovers are unfortunately, outside of his control! ]

I didn't even mean to text him, the network was going haywire.

I sent him a photo that wasn't meant for him. The one with me in the hammock. And he was acting like he might not delete it without being forced to, so I called him a liar, and he said I was jealous, and it got nasty from there. And then Hawk got mad at me. It's a whole situation now for no good reason.

I left him an apology letter this afternoon.