He looked and felt stricken, slapped as those words hit. It had never been said in so many words, but that's what this was, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Clearly, Tom was the latter. Axel grit his teeth, jaw clenched as his fingers curled into tight fists, white-knuckled as he fought to swallow down his initial reaction. The urge to yell. The urge to swing.
Four words that hurt a hell of a lot more than he'd realized they would. Some small part of him knew they were coming, and he hated that part of him for being right.
Fuck.
"No? Then what the fuck are we doing here? What, you fuckin' do this with all your friends? Come around whenever you feel like it and beg them to fuck you in the ass? You goddamn asshole."
Shit. Tom knew exactly what this was and he'd flat-out denied it. He really didn't need to hear anything beyond that. He wasn't sure he could.
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Date: 2014-01-11 07:43 am (UTC)Four words that hurt a hell of a lot more than he'd realized they would. Some small part of him knew they were coming, and he hated that part of him for being right.
Fuck.
"No? Then what the fuck are we doing here? What, you fuckin' do this with all your friends? Come around whenever you feel like it and beg them to fuck you in the ass? You goddamn asshole."
Shit. Tom knew exactly what this was and he'd flat-out denied it. He really didn't need to hear anything beyond that. He wasn't sure he could.