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postictal[ooc: lots of violence and emotional distress to follow in the thread within. Ye have been warned.]
Tim shakes a white capsule from the bottle with the deft jerk of a wrist and dry-swallows it cleanly, flipping the back of the DVD case over to peer at the blocky white text as best as he can in the semidarkness.
"Troll 2," he picks out slowly. "You wanna explain that? Is it like a sequel or something? Kinda outta my depth, here."
It's actually been - he almost doesn't dare think it, but - nice? Complicated, yeah, and not without the bumps and twists in the road, but they're acting more and more like how he'd imagine friends would act. Smoothing things over. Living with the everything they don't talk about.
Almost normal.
A subtle thrill shoots up his spine, prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. He almost sighs.
He just had to think it, didn't he?
His grip tightens around the bottle as he half-turns and thinks better of it.
"Keep walking," he says, his voice pitched low, "but I think - there's something behind us."
Tim shakes a white capsule from the bottle with the deft jerk of a wrist and dry-swallows it cleanly, flipping the back of the DVD case over to peer at the blocky white text as best as he can in the semidarkness.
"Troll 2," he picks out slowly. "You wanna explain that? Is it like a sequel or something? Kinda outta my depth, here."
It's actually been - he almost doesn't dare think it, but - nice? Complicated, yeah, and not without the bumps and twists in the road, but they're acting more and more like how he'd imagine friends would act. Smoothing things over. Living with the everything they don't talk about.
Almost normal.
A subtle thrill shoots up his spine, prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. He almost sighs.
He just had to think it, didn't he?
His grip tightens around the bottle as he half-turns and thinks better of it.
"Keep walking," he says, his voice pitched low, "but I think - there's something behind us."
