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tampered2008-12-05 11:55 am
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surviving the only way that you know [ongoing] [closed]
When; Friday December 5th, Evening
Where; Turnabout Café
Rating; A healthy PG
Characters; Teddy Altman [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
politehulk] & Armand [amadeodivenezia]
Summary; A chance encounter on the Network results in plans for coffee and storytelling. Like therapy, except with a vampire instead of a psychiatrist.
Log;
Teddy carefully wiped down the last table and dropped the cloth into the sink before stepping into the back room for a moment. Took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh; he had been nervous all day. His talk the night before with Billy had been... well, not as much of a catastrophe as it could have been, but still pretty bad. How was he supposed to explain to his boyfriend, the guy who had stood beside him through so much, that he just couldn't talk to him about some things? Billy was right to be upset; there was something wrong with Teddy and maybe it had always been wrong. And no matter how much he told himself he was fine, he was okay with who he was and his heritage, there was always that nagging, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it had been that feeling that had led him to spill his entire life's story on some stranger talking about loss. It wasn't that Armand was pretty although he was, and it wasn't just because it was the internet and anonymity blah blah blah, it was that Armand wanted to listen and Teddy was finding that he wanted to talk.
So here he was. In a safe, neutral, somewhat public spot, waiting for a stranger to arrive. He stepped behind the counter and made himself a cappuccino while he waited, something for his hands to do and his mind to focus on rather than the waiting. The bell above the door would chime if someone came in, after all.
Where; Turnabout Café
Rating; A healthy PG
Characters; Teddy Altman [
politehulk] & Armand [amadeodivenezia]Summary; A chance encounter on the Network results in plans for coffee and storytelling. Like therapy, except with a vampire instead of a psychiatrist.
Log;
Teddy carefully wiped down the last table and dropped the cloth into the sink before stepping into the back room for a moment. Took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh; he had been nervous all day. His talk the night before with Billy had been... well, not as much of a catastrophe as it could have been, but still pretty bad. How was he supposed to explain to his boyfriend, the guy who had stood beside him through so much, that he just couldn't talk to him about some things? Billy was right to be upset; there was something wrong with Teddy and maybe it had always been wrong. And no matter how much he told himself he was fine, he was okay with who he was and his heritage, there was always that nagging, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it had been that feeling that had led him to spill his entire life's story on some stranger talking about loss. It wasn't that Armand was pretty although he was, and it wasn't just because it was the internet and anonymity blah blah blah, it was that Armand wanted to listen and Teddy was finding that he wanted to talk.
So here he was. In a safe, neutral, somewhat public spot, waiting for a stranger to arrive. He stepped behind the counter and made himself a cappuccino while he waited, something for his hands to do and his mind to focus on rather than the waiting. The bell above the door would chime if someone came in, after all.