Who: Blaise and Theo (bleo. in all small letters now woe.) What: ... I don't even know what to call this. When: after this and this, aka Tuesday night [backdated] Where: Theo's room. Why: reading the two linked threads will help explain this. Warnings: uh, they ended up shagging, so R/NC-17.
Theodore was exceptionally good at keeping his emotions in check. He really was. He didn't think an ounce of what he was feeling showed on his face, though anyone that knew him fairly well might know that the extra careful composure meant something was going on under the surface. Zach had certainly known that, the last time Theodore had felt a negative emotion so strongly, which had been after his father's death.
Then, he'd felt a terrible mixture of sadness and anger and loss. Now - what was he feeling? It was hard to sort it out when he didn't particularly want to know. Jealousy, yes, but that wasn't the least of it. Jealous that Blaise had wanted Astoria, had probably enjoyed it. But there was another side to it, too. He was angry at Blaise, because as far as he could tell, he was the only one who had enjoyed the exchange with Astoria in the slightest.
He felt just as used as she probably did. Like he could be the one that was bruised and beat up, if he'd chosen to attack Blaise the way Astoria had... instead of giving in to him. Which was worse? Fighting, and ending up bruised and bitten, or giving in, and not getting injured?
Except, he shouldn't even be comparing the two. He hadn't given in, he had consented. Even if he and Blaise had gotten that rough - which he had hinted that they might, just earlier that day - it would have been consensual. The real question was whether he should feel more jealous that Blaise had shagged someone else or disturbed at the way he'd done it. Had Astoria consented? Theodore didn't even know.
He walked into his room, fully intending to sit at his desk and do his homework, letting his bloody emotions figure themselves out while he worked. It was the only way he knew to process them, really. But he stopped, one step inside the room.
Because Blaise was here. Theodore had let him in, before going to see Astoria, he'd told him to wait, with every intention of coming back and making good on his promise to be a bit rougher in the bedroom. How could he have forgotten that?
"Oh," he said, surprise flitting across his face before he covered it up. "You're here."
Stupidest sentence ever. So obvious, since Theodore had told him to be there. He needed to pull himself together, since he'd - literally - walked into this situation. Needed to keep his promise to himself and not lose control when something happened to ruin his happy little world of denial where Blaise was concerned. He could do that, he could. And he would.