Tom Foolery

him cracking jokes about “what a waste it is” when you get hurt during fights & lose blood meanwhile his smirk is forced and there’s no real amusement or taunting there. his eyes are flickering with nerves and disgust and internally he’s fucking screaming because he’s can’t take watching you bleed for others & for every fucking cause you come across. because it doesn’t make sense. what makes them so deserving? what makes him deserving of you bleeding for him, both directly and indirectly? where were you 200 years ago. or even a century ago. where was that light and warmth when he fucking needed it and begged and pleaded and ached for it. was starving. where the hell were you, then. why are you here now. why are you so breakable. foolish. bright. good

guy who’s only ever been taught everything is transactional slowly coming to terms with the fact that everything is not transactional. what could happen

whenenver i save a bug in trouble its kind of like im their mr beast

No, no. I can have one more shot, I swear. I won’t start behaving like a flamboyantly gay pansy stock character in a pre-code film again. I swear. You can trust me. Darling, you must trust me.

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