[ he does know that, sort of. hawk doesn't bring any of his random fucks home, and it isn't lost on embry that he'd briefly spent a whirlwind of evenings in hawk's apartment, as if those rules hadn't applied to him. apparently, they actually hadn't. he always left before he could fall asleep for real in hawk's bed, because that felt like a real, honest step toward something, and embry doesn't have a real or honest bone in his body, or at least not any he's practiced in using. ]
you let me in. would you have let me stay the night?
[ if he'd pushed for it. if he'd just decided one night not to leave. if tim deserves better then what does that say about embry that he can't even hold this shit together?
his nausea comes back at the question, an itch clawing beneath his skin. he makes it to the couch just as a wave of dizziness sends spots dancing across his vision, sinking into the soft cushions and reaching for a half empty bottle of water from days ago, guzzling it down his parched throat. ]
so what if it is her? maybe i like her. maybe i like that she doesn't fucking act like you. that she's there for me and you're not. i want my goddamn keys back. you didn't even get my dry cleaning.
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you let me in.
would you have let me stay the night?
[ if he'd pushed for it. if he'd just decided one night not to leave. if tim deserves better then what does that say about embry that he can't even hold this shit together?
his nausea comes back at the question, an itch clawing beneath his skin. he makes it to the couch just as a wave of dizziness sends spots dancing across his vision, sinking into the soft cushions and reaching for a half empty bottle of water from days ago, guzzling it down his parched throat. ]
so what if it is her? maybe i like her. maybe i like that she doesn't fucking act like you. that she's there for me and you're not.
i want my goddamn keys back. you didn't even get my dry cleaning.