That’s not right. Tim falters. First his hand stops poking the air. Then it droops down. There’s something- Steph doesn’t stop when he yells. She doesn’t know when to quit, and she is absolutely willing to get in his face. She has never been in awe of him.
There’s something really wrong that he can’t see, if she’s stepping back. He didn’t win that hard. ]
Steph?
[ He thinks he should take a step back, to get a more complete look at her. He also thinks he should take a step forward and hug her. His legs understand neither message, and he takes a seat on the frozen ground. Hard.
He’s staring at her hands clenched into fists. Like she was going to hit him. What does that say about her apology? ]
Don’t be sorry. I didn’t ask you to be sorry. I don’t ask for anything. Not a lot.
[ It gets a little unintelligible for a few seconds, as he’s sliding into the emotional phase of drinking that usually comes before passing out. Tim might not understand what he did, but it’s tapped a well of guilt and more frustration at not knowing how to fix yet another problem.
A hodgepodge of pronouns, the word “safe” is in there thrice, love is lost in the middle, galoot makes an appearance, and a random “I hate chickens” is clearly directed at the coop. ]
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Shrinks really.
That’s not right. Tim falters. First his hand stops poking the air. Then it droops down. There’s something- Steph doesn’t stop when he yells. She doesn’t know when to quit, and she is absolutely willing to get in his face. She has never been in awe of him.
There’s something really wrong that he can’t see, if she’s stepping back. He didn’t win that hard. ]
Steph?
[ He thinks he should take a step back, to get a more complete look at her. He also thinks he should take a step forward and hug her. His legs understand neither message, and he takes a seat on the frozen ground. Hard.
He’s staring at her hands clenched into fists. Like she was going to hit him. What does that say about her apology? ]
Don’t be sorry. I didn’t ask you to be sorry. I don’t ask for anything. Not a lot.
[ It gets a little unintelligible for a few seconds, as he’s sliding into the emotional phase of drinking that usually comes before passing out. Tim might not understand what he did, but it’s tapped a well of guilt and more frustration at not knowing how to fix yet another problem.
A hodgepodge of pronouns, the word “safe” is in there thrice, love is lost in the middle, galoot makes an appearance, and a random “I hate chickens” is clearly directed at the coop. ]
… just something to be alive on the same planet.