i'm sure your place hasn't been empty, either. never the same guy twice though, right? that doesn't count as my question. give me a minute.
[ he pours his coffee and foregoes cream and sugar, sipping at it black while he slumps down at his table and tries to will away the ache in his head. he needs to schedule his housekeeper to make an early visit. he needs to stop drinking entirely.
he considers it a great feat of self-control that he doesn't text hawk what he wants to, which is big surprise tim doesn't fucking want you anymore. he instead thinks about how he understands hawk on a disgustingly cellular level, the urge to hide, the urge to fight against your most basic wants. ]
no subject
didn't go anywhere. all the fun happened here.
[ it's his basic assumption, anyway. ]
i'm sure your place hasn't been empty, either.
never the same guy twice though, right?
that doesn't count as my question. give me a minute.
[ he pours his coffee and foregoes cream and sugar, sipping at it black while he slumps down at his table and tries to will away the ache in his head. he needs to schedule his housekeeper to make an early visit. he needs to stop drinking entirely.
he considers it a great feat of self-control that he doesn't text hawk what he wants to, which is big surprise tim doesn't fucking want you anymore. he instead thinks about how he understands hawk on a disgustingly cellular level, the urge to hide, the urge to fight against your most basic wants. ]
do you want that door to open?