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“God- you can never fucking do anything right, can you?!” Tim shouted, grabbing fists of his hair while pacing around the boys shared motel room.
Jay has been pissing him off lately, always rambling about shit, always going on and on about Jessica this, Jessica that, and Tim couldn’t stand it.
“If you want her back so bad- go find her yourself! I’m so sick of being in on these shitty plans with you!”
“Tim- I had to do it! There’s so much more to this than we think, and the more clues I get the better it’ll be for both of us! God, if we could just find Jessic-“
Tim punched the wall, so hard it could’ve left a hole.
“Why are you so fucking obsessed with that woman! You met her once in a hotel room! Why do you care so much?! Are you that fucking desperate for love you’re going to go after anyone who gives you even the slightest bit of affection?”
“Tim- I no- I just think she’ll have more clues to find Alex-“
“You’re so full of bullshit!” Tim snaps at the slimmer man, “Fuck me- you can just say you want to get in her pants!”
“I don’t fucking like her, Tim! Why are you so worked up over this!” Jay replies, digging his nails into his palms as he clenched his fists.
“Oh suuure you don’t. Are you fucking just craving intimacy? Do you just want someone else to talk to? What is it Jay, tell me! Tell me!” Tim stares at Jay, rage in his eyes, “How do I know you’re not trying to just find Jessica to get it on with her?”
“Because I’m gay!” Jay shouts, and suddenly, the world went quiet.
Tim’s eyes went from rage to shock, “I-I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, Tim. I’m fucking gay, if you don’t believe me you can ask Alex.” Jay began to shake, trembling hands going down to his sides.
“Alex…? You- were you and Alex…?” Tim stumbles over his words, not being able to comprehend Jay was gay.
“Before he turned batshit insane? Yeah. I just- he…Yeah. We were a thing. But it’s in the past now.” Jay gulped, “he’s a completely different person.”
Tim walked over to Jay and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Hey man, it’s okay. I totally get that. I mean- I’ve had a few flings but…with my time in the mental hospital?” Tim laughed, one that was deep from his chest, a strangled one, “Not a lot of options…or people who want to be with a strange schizophrenic.”
Jay flushed at the sudden contact, and leaned into it. “Yeah, nobody wants someone who’s barely a man either.”
“Hey buddy— don’t say that. Just ‘cause you’re lanky doesn’t mean you’re any less of a man in any way. You just haven’t found the right one yet.” Tim wrapped his arms around Jay’s waist, holding him close, “Someone out there will love you, for you. Trust me.”
Jay’s eyes filled with tears once again, this time, pouring out softly into Tim’s chest.
The two held each other close, tightly. Tim shushed Jay as he cried, telling him he was there, and he was okay. That he was allowed to cry, that he doesn’t have to constantly be stressed, that Tim won’t let anything happen to him.
The two were connected, in so many ways, they just didn’t realize it.