Office Hours, Monday, 1/26
Jan. 26th, 2009 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tyler_goneTyler's lip had been split over the weekend by a punch he had chosen not to duck, and it would probably be less tender if he stopped poking his tongue at it.
No, he didn't want to talk about why he'd found a fight in the first place.
Someday he had to find coping mechanisms better than picking a fight with some poor idiot. Stupid Tony, making him regress. Stupid him, caring what Tony did.
And now he was going to quit sulking, do some work for his class that week, and let himself try to be pleased that at least his phone message was good news.
No, he didn't want to talk about why he'd found a fight in the first place.
Someday he had to find coping mechanisms better than picking a fight with some poor idiot. Stupid Tony, making him regress. Stupid him, caring what Tony did.
And now he was going to quit sulking, do some work for his class that week, and let himself try to be pleased that at least his phone message was good news.
