"Yeah." Trauma said, unhelpfully at first before stepping aside and nodding at the door as if to let her in.
He could sense how nervous she was, and it was making his head hurt. She was pretty, and looked nice enough, and Trauma honestly had heard enough about her to know she was a decent person so he would've been a dick to not help her. Okay. Fine.
Claudio cared about her, which meant Trauma would help her out. ...He didn't have to be comfortable about any of this, but he would do it. He would.
"Look, he's...he's at work." Terry said, surprised at his own voice being level. No distortion, no nothing. He was blue eyed and everything. Claudio better be fucking proud of him for this later. "I'll tell him to come home and he'll... He'll be happy to see you. Okay."
He wasn't sure if he should tell her anything else, or who he was or...God. Fuck no. Claudio was getting to deal with that because he was not about to deal with that moment on top of everything else and who the fuck knew what Claudio was going to do with this information and Jesus Christ he had a fucking headache.
He had his boyfriend's Cheerleader ex-girlfriend standing on the front step of his house looking all wide eyed and at him and Trauma was not really prepared to deal with any of it.
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Date: 2014-09-12 08:46 am (UTC)He could sense how nervous she was, and it was making his head hurt. She was pretty, and looked nice enough, and Trauma honestly had heard enough about her to know she was a decent person so he would've been a dick to not help her. Okay. Fine.
Claudio cared about her, which meant Trauma would help her out. ...He didn't have to be comfortable about any of this, but he would do it. He would.
"Look, he's...he's at work." Terry said, surprised at his own voice being level. No distortion, no nothing. He was blue eyed and everything. Claudio better be fucking proud of him for this later. "I'll tell him to come home and he'll... He'll be happy to see you. Okay."
He wasn't sure if he should tell her anything else, or who he was or...God. Fuck no. Claudio was getting to deal with that because he was not about to deal with that moment on top of everything else and who the fuck knew what Claudio was going to do with this information and Jesus Christ he had a fucking headache.
He had his boyfriend's Cheerleader ex-girlfriend standing on the front step of his house looking all wide eyed and at him and Trauma was not really prepared to deal with any of it.