takes place immediately after talk me down Something seems to settle a little, after that. Astrid still isn’t speaking to him beyond what’s necessary and that hurts, but the ache is a little easier with Ari and Kyah there. They get lunch, or dinner, or even breakfast a couple of times, sometimes all three of […]
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Somehow, Tate survives the rest of the week. Their schedules never quite align. A day where he could’ve met Ari for lunch, but he didn’t see the text until after. An evening where Kyah debated coming over for a bit, then talked herself out of it – all via a series of text messages while
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As it turns out, making out with both your mate and one of your oldest best frenemies does not inherently solve all of your problems. Who would’ve thought. After, they’d agreed that it was probably for the best if they took the rest of the weekend to think about things then got back together to
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there’s actually a playlist for this here. cw for trauma/flashbacks, mild drug use, sexual content “Tate,” Reuben says, voice gruff. He looks up from the spot on the table he’d been staring at, not quite meeting his alpha’s eyes. “Sir?” “My office. Now.” “Dad-“ “‘Pollo it’s fine,” he mumbles, already pushing away from the dinner
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“I still don’t… know how to be comfortable with-” Ari’s mouth opens, then closes again. He wants to say something to make Tate feel better. Feels like an asshole for saying it at all, but it seemed better than just perpetually stepping out of reach. Tate nods in something like understanding, although the hurt look
Tate’s phone starts to buzz. “Hey, your phone’s ringing,” Ari calls. “Who is it?” “Uh. Just says C Sorenson?” “Oh. Answer it. I’ll be there in a second.” Before Ari can actually say anything, the voice on the other end says, “Afternoon, darling. Wanted to follow up on that drink. I could use one right
