[he's not asleep, and thank christ he's not in bed next to tim who would absolutely be wondering why his phone is pinging off notifications like fireworks on the goddammn fourth of july. alicent's here too, and he smiles politely and a little awkwardly at them both wondering who the fuck is blowing him up right now. especially when the one person who would care that much is already sitting here.
oh.
the first two he ignores. wyd - he'll have to look that one up later when he's not ready to pinch the bridge of his nose and exhale in frustration at this mess. embry is either less discreet than he bargained for or he's fucking wasted, neither of which he likes the idea of. loose lips, and all that. he's not opening the door. he doesn't know about "wyd". all he knows is that it's wrong for his cock to twitch with interest when embry says he misses it and then for his chest to pang inconveniently with guilt again when he reads the last few.]
How much have you had to drink tonight? I don't know Parisa, but tell her to cut you off.
[he should leave it at that. except.]
I sneak around with everyone. Don't take it personally. And it wasn't bad - it wasn't you.
[the scenario where pillow talk over war stories and scars is somehow the less vulnerable here is staggering, but here they are.]
Told you about the business end of that Krupp, didn't I? That's the closest.
What about you? I've seen your shoulder. Shin, too.
no subject
oh.
the first two he ignores. wyd - he'll have to look that one up later when he's not ready to pinch the bridge of his nose and exhale in frustration at this mess. embry is either less discreet than he bargained for or he's fucking wasted, neither of which he likes the idea of. loose lips, and all that. he's not opening the door. he doesn't know about "wyd". all he knows is that it's wrong for his cock to twitch with interest when embry says he misses it and then for his chest to pang inconveniently with guilt again when he reads the last few.]
How much have you had to drink tonight? I don't know Parisa, but tell her to cut you off.
[he should leave it at that. except.]
I sneak around with everyone. Don't take it personally. And it wasn't bad - it wasn't you.
[the scenario where pillow talk over war stories and scars is somehow the less vulnerable here is staggering, but here they are.]
Told you about the business end of that Krupp, didn't I? That's the closest.
What about you? I've seen your shoulder. Shin, too.