Yeah, that wasn't helping. Jag leaned back against the counter, both hands on its edge, as if he needed to brace himself. "By fucking around," he completed, sounding tired rather than hostile." Yeah, that'll give me all the answers." He was just tired, and on edge, and Val said he loved him but was so willing to let him go, and he really, really wanted to go out and pick a fight with the first arsehole he ran into.
He ran a hand over his face, pushed it back through his hair. "I know I want you. That's what I know, Val. I don't... I don't know anything else."
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Date: 2015-12-24 01:54 am (UTC)He ran a hand over his face, pushed it back through his hair. "I know I want you. That's what I know, Val. I don't... I don't know anything else."