[ And vent he does, about anything and everything, in the petty, furious way that freshly hurt people do, turning every small inconvenience or imperfection into a major grievance. Aemond not liking his chest hair was a red flag and he should have stopped the whole thing then, the only reason he’s not monogamous right now is to use this place to figure out who he is and what he wants and who he is is an idiot, apparently – so on, and so forth, past his first glass and deep into his second by the time he stops to take a breath and feels Koby before he feels him, pressing in on him with the love and comfort they’ve long shared.
Tim takes a deep, slow breath, teeth clenched. He doesn’t want to cry, that boy doesn't deserve his tears, but Koby’s right. He is hurt, just like everyone said he would be, after he assured everyone that everything would be just fine. He was hurt, disregarded, taken for granted. It tears at wounds he thought were healing, pops the stitches so his guts can spill all over Koby’s floor once again.
He downs the rest of the glass and sets it down on the table, shaking his head. ]
I’d deserve it.
[ Even if it’s cruel. Maybe he needs that bruise to press on, in case he ever tries something so stupid again. ]
I’m scared I messed up everything.
[ With Alicent. With Aemond maybe, showing too much softness, forcing him to recoil. He could have spent those awful days of grieving with Hawk, or with Koby, who would welcome his presence and take comfort from it. Would have, could have, should have. ]
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Tim takes a deep, slow breath, teeth clenched. He doesn’t want to cry, that boy doesn't deserve his tears, but Koby’s right. He is hurt, just like everyone said he would be, after he assured everyone that everything would be just fine. He was hurt, disregarded, taken for granted. It tears at wounds he thought were healing, pops the stitches so his guts can spill all over Koby’s floor once again.
He downs the rest of the glass and sets it down on the table, shaking his head. ]
I’d deserve it.
[ Even if it’s cruel. Maybe he needs that bruise to press on, in case he ever tries something so stupid again. ]
I’m scared I messed up everything.
[ With Alicent. With Aemond maybe, showing too much softness, forcing him to recoil. He could have spent those awful days of grieving with Hawk, or with Koby, who would welcome his presence and take comfort from it. Would have, could have, should have. ]