He left. He didn't slam the door or anything ridiculously dramatic (for once). He just left. He walked a long while before he actually caught a train back to his apartment. The whole ride was a bit of a blur, people talking and TJ just lost in a tin world of hurt. Sean and everything to do with him was actually the only secret TJ had. It was the only part of his life that somehow managed to stay safe from prying, judgemental eyes. And Elliot just threw it out there like they were talking about the weather.
It took the entire train ride and the short walk back to his apartment for the realization to dawn on TJ: Elliot knew the whole time and never judged him for it. More than that, he never held it over TJ's head, never tried to manipulate a situation using it. He knew the only secret TJ had and he'd kept it, before they ever got serious, probably.
And TJ walked out on him.
"Fuck," he grumbled to himself. TJ grabbed his jacket, made sure he had his keys and his cigarettes and walked out the door again. His feet traced the familiar route to the train, then from one train to the next, until he found himself knocking at Elliot's door once more. "Hey man, it's me."
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Date: 2016-10-05 04:36 am (UTC)It took the entire train ride and the short walk back to his apartment for the realization to dawn on TJ: Elliot knew the whole time and never judged him for it. More than that, he never held it over TJ's head, never tried to manipulate a situation using it. He knew the only secret TJ had and he'd kept it, before they ever got serious, probably.
And TJ walked out on him.
"Fuck," he grumbled to himself. TJ grabbed his jacket, made sure he had his keys and his cigarettes and walked out the door again. His feet traced the familiar route to the train, then from one train to the next, until he found himself knocking at Elliot's door once more. "Hey man, it's me."