texts from last night

[oneholysock]

☛ is there any point in linking to this anymore? ☚

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[farcry]

I can see why you’re talking about a scene from a sad movie now.

What happened, Tim?

[ what he doesn’t say, in fear of shaming Tim: that’s not you. ]

[prettyredbird]

Waylon attacked me and I wasn't ready for it. B had to come bail me out and then he handled it all in the most B way.

[farcry]

Did he tell you it was your own fault then bench you?

[ sigh. ]

Just like him to not even stay for drinks, too. You don’t do that often, though, do you? Drink like that?

You okay? Besides the hangover?

[prettyredbird]

Only after telling me how disappointed he is in me.

[ Which struck him in his weakest spot. ]

He wasn't invited.

No, I don't. Which is probably why this hangover sucks so bad. I'll be all right, though.

[farcry]

Tim, I know it’s easier said than done, but try not to take that stuff to heart, okay? The only person you have to be good enough for is you.

Oh, of course not.

[ though Dick feels like some of his only productive conversations with Bruce has been over a finger or two of whiskey by the fire. few and far between. ]

What made you want to last night, then? Do you have electrolytes? Wish I could be there, baby.

[prettyredbird]

It brought up a lot of stuff. I don't know. I didn't want to feel it anymore. This isn't worth it though. I have a gatorade, so I probably won't die.

[farcry]

Good. I'm glad you know it's not worth it. You know what else works? Greasy breakfast sandwiches and coffee. Drop me a pin, I'll order you some.

[prettyredbird]

[ Pin dropped! ]

You're the best boyfriend ever.