|| Like, call me old-fashioned, but as someone who (among math other terrible things) got trapped in a closet with a 🔪 by my ex husband? I kind of just DON'T love seeing the victims get shipped with those who were actively out to stab them to death. 🥲
|| Sam: You we're doing so well! You slapped him and everything! Why are you dressing up for him and acting weird now?!
Christina: The Lord said to confuse thy enemy.
@MaterExitibus + have liked, but that was usually alright. The topic didn't come up often, and he still got 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
"Guess I just didn't wanna tell you to fuck off, Bill."
He shifted awkwardly in his seat, then. Shrugging to himself, as he averted his gaze.
"Good enough motive?"
@MaterExitibus Trying to explain his feelings to Billy—in any capacity, really—was always a source of great anxiety for the taller of the two. Left him feeling downright uncomfortably vulnerable, given the general lack of reciprocation.
Things were a great deal more one-sided than he may +