Date: 2020-08-15 03:27 am (UTC)
eyediot: (I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next)
From: [personal profile] eyediot
[Everything just. Sort of stops. Jon is deathly quiet watching Tim. An insult, to be sure, and one he's already been well acquainted with for most of his adult life. But he really thought he was trying to do better, be better. He can hear the quiet ticking of a clock nearby, counting the seconds of his own breathing.

The muscles of his jaw work for a moment. Then Jon starts carefully closing up the takeout box he was eating out of.]


Right. So, tunnels. The. The supply of Gertrude's. Go from there.

[Maybe when this is over, Tim can survive and go back to publishing. Martin can find something better. And no one will have to deal with his emotionally stunted problems afterward.]
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