"No!" The barked answer was almost immediate, automatic. Yes. He was threatened by her, and every fiber of his being was betraying him, clenched jaw and fingers tightly curled into fists at his sides making it clear that 'no' was not the right answer. He could admit to it in so many words, but on-point like that?
No. Because they didn't even know what to call any of this, so how could he come out and say that he was threatened? What was being threatened?
He knew. Tom knew, too, but seemed less likely to admit it, even to himself.
"The fuck is wrong with you? What am I supposed to chill out about? I'm supposed to be happy that my-- that you're apparently to good to be here unless you fucking want something from me?"
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Date: 2013-12-26 04:57 pm (UTC)No. Because they didn't even know what to call any of this, so how could he come out and say that he was threatened? What was being threatened?
He knew. Tom knew, too, but seemed less likely to admit it, even to himself.
"The fuck is wrong with you? What am I supposed to chill out about? I'm supposed to be happy that my-- that you're apparently to good to be here unless you fucking want something from me?"