We need to talk never bodes well with anyone. Elliot hadn't phrased it as such, but the tone made it clear. The train ride felt like hours, hours in which TJ couldn't even have a cigarette. In his mind, it would've been faster to walk across town to Elliot's apartment. But what was he going to do trapped in the train tunnel with no distractions? All he could think about was Elliot and what he wanted to say.
It's over, he's sure that was it. Knowing that, he tried to brace himself for it. He tried (and failed not to look tense as he walked up to Elliot's door, tried (and failed) to give his usual casual smile when he was invited in. "What's up," he asked as if he wasn't preparing for the very worst.
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Date: 2016-09-18 02:18 am (UTC)It's over, he's sure that was it. Knowing that, he tried to brace himself for it. He tried (and failed not to look tense as he walked up to Elliot's door, tried (and failed) to give his usual casual smile when he was invited in. "What's up," he asked as if he wasn't preparing for the very worst.