Tim kisses him and somehow that makes it worse, like Tim is just trying to shush a fussy three year old in the supermarket. It's what he feels, anyway. For some reason he thinks this would be easier if it was with his glasses on, protecting his eyes.
"I'd rather she doesn't love me in the ways that you do," He remarks snidely, and grunts in an effort to move back up again, still feeling like he's been hit by a ten tonne truck.
"Could you--can you give me a hand to my bed, please?"
He hates asking for help, but the high thread count is inviting him.
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Date: 2016-09-01 06:53 am (UTC)"I'd rather she doesn't love me in the ways that you do," He remarks snidely, and grunts in an effort to move back up again, still feeling like he's been hit by a ten tonne truck.
"Could you--can you give me a hand to my bed, please?"
He hates asking for help, but the high thread count is inviting him.