"Yeah, that's what I thought. Look, I'm - I'm pissed at you, but you didn't do anything couch-worthy. You just did what you've always done."
He slips off his shirt. Jacobi's compartmentalized that before. He's seen him hurt so often and he's been able to keep it all stuffed away. So he can do it now.
"Ulla and Trevor can get fucked, though," he mutters.
He makes a slight noise, but it's hard to tell if it's agreement or frustration. Possibly both, given the two names listed. But he'll hop up into the bed and immediately cuddle up against Jacobi.
Jacobi takes a breath and holds him close, arms around him. "You know," he mutters, closing his eyes, "This right here, me spooning a big fucking wolf, is the reason why Tim calls me a furry."
He gives him a little scratch behind his ear. It's early; he had been anticipating staying up much later, but there isn't a point. He knows he's just going to continue to be disappointed and angry. It's just easier to fade into oblivion.
"I love you," he mutters. He's not going to sleep well, but at least he can sleep. "You can clean the kitchen in the morning."
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He slips off his shirt. Jacobi's compartmentalized that before. He's seen him hurt so often and he's been able to keep it all stuffed away. So he can do it now.
"Ulla and Trevor can get fucked, though," he mutters.
He turns down the blankets and crawls into bed.
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"I love you," he mutters. He's not going to sleep well, but at least he can sleep. "You can clean the kitchen in the morning."
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He might make breakfast for them. And use the cupcakes to make some cake pops. Set up a cheese plate.
The full apology shebang.