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Sam Wilson ([personal profile] wingmate) wrote2015-05-16 11:09 pm
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[ Of course it's selfish. TJ never claimed to be otherwise. He knows he is, every aspect of his life is built around himself. There are ways he tries to open up, to not keep focus on himself, but they're rare occurrences, since it's that whole opening up part that is the fly in the ointment. There are easy answers in avoidance. TJ turns to them exactly for that reason. There's less hurt when those strings aren't attached to anything.

And this? This is starting to feel like there are strings attached. Which makes him less inclined to want to do anything but fuck it all up.

TJ stops in the entryway, though doesn't turn around. At least, not right away. Instead, he stares blankly in front of him, forcing his mind to organize the thoughts currently swirling around in a jumbled mess. He's got to say something. Anything. A short breath is taken and he turns his head slightly, looking over his shoulder and there's another press-worthy smile on his lips. ]


There's nothing going on, Sam. [ He makes a gesture toward Sam first, then himself. ] What you do isn't any of my business. I shouldn't have asked.

[ This is diplomacy at work here. Even TJ can't deny he's learned a thing or two. He forces a laugh, but it just sounds like a flat breath of air. ] Sorry. Just—forget I said anything.