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[flammablepitch]

As you set your things down in the dorm, your eyes wander to the other half of the room. It looks as if he hasn't arrived yet; good. It means that you still have a reprieve, a bit more time to steel yourself for the inevitable. You begin to start unpacking your things, eyes ever wondering back to that side of the room. It was like an elephant, that side, something that really couldn't be denied and would always bring your thoughts back to him.

Quite frankly, it sucked.

It had sucked every year before this, and it would suck until they graduated - or until he killed him. Baz was sure that's how this would end, with Snow killing him after they graduated, doing precisely what his personal god wanted him to do.

And yet there was nothing you could do about it. Not until you both graduated and you were given a reprieve from this damn torture.

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[doubled_speed]

[Come on, kid, let him hear you smirk. People who can convey a smirk in tone are good people.]

I don't know. I mean, all I can see is you being annoyed because of a roommate. What was so bad about the guy?

[flammablepitch]

[You haven't earned his audible smirking.]

He's insufferable, but that's not what the problem was. I'm in love with him.

[No past tense, his feelings for Simon would never be past tense.]

[doubled_speed]

[Well that's fair.]

Oh. Damn. That's like, romance novel shit right there. Gotta be complicated. Sorry about that. Dude even gay?

[flammablepitch]

We're still figuring that out. At the time of this particular memory, he hated me and wanted to get me expelled from school - or kill me. It was all very 'Romeo and Juliette'esque - with quite a bit more murderous intent.

[doubled_speed]

I mean, there is plenty of murder in Romeo and Juliette. Sounds like you two got it going on now though. So kudos. Sorry you're here and he isn't?

[flammablepitch]

He is.

[doubled_speed]

Wait, serious? You got to come here with your boyfriend? Totally unfair.

[flammablepitch]

Neither of us asked to be here.

[Though he thinks this might be a good place for Simon to heal.]

[doubled_speed]

[Yeah, but Tommy came here alone, and has more or less remained alone from his world. Betsy has been nice, but she's not really the same.]

Well, enjoy it while you are.

[flammablepitch]

Bitter?

[doubled_speed]

Bitter? I hardly knew her.

[You deserve a terrible joke for being a quiet person. Those are the rules.]

People come and go. Just saying that getting use to it seems silly.

[flammablepitch]

[Tommy has unlocked Baz's non-verbal eye roll.]

People come and go everywhere.

[doubled_speed]

Not like they do here. But yeah, you keep that super positive attitude of yours.

[flammablepitch]

I've read the network. People show up and leave without warning or reason. If that happens to Simon, I'll deal with it, if it happens to me, I'm sure he'll have people to support him by then.

[doubled_speed]

And if you leave tomorrow?

[flammablepitch]

I know he'll be alright. I trust him.

[doubled_speed]

Good. Trust is great. Hope he doesn't have to not have you. And vice versa.

[But Tommy just... he feels like it's fair to point it out. So far as he knows, from his HIGHLY limited sample size, Simon and Baz are the only people coming in as a couple. At the same time. That breaking up immediately would suck. No support network. Not that Tommy gets what that would feel like.]

[flammablepitch]

Are you getting at something here, or just trying to imply that I should break up with my boyfriend?

[Remember that eye roll in text? It's there again.]

[doubled_speed]

Wait, what?

[Tommy, he actually sounds utterly flabbergasted.]

Dude, fuck that. Why would you break up with your boyfriend!? Reddy is fucking nice. You do that and I might have to punch you.

[Sorry, he's been nice to Simon for, like, twenty minutes. They're clearly friends.]

[flammablepitch]

Trust me, the idea never crossed my mind.

You're the one talking like we should be cutting all ties so we don't get hurt.

[doubled_speed]

That wasn't what I said at all! I'm saying be the fuck ready.

[flammablepitch]

That was hardly how it sounded.

[More mental eye-rolling.]

[doubled_speed]

Not my fault that you need your ears cleaned.

Wanna join us to go pop some cherries?

[flammablepitch]

Excuse me?

[doubled_speed]

Sour cherry scones. We're eating some. They're awesome. Gonna pop all these fuckers.

[He ABSOLUTELY knows how what he said could be taken.]