Re: Travis/Thomas
When TJ laughed this time, there was absolutely nothing resembling amusement in it. "I did not say they don't think I have flaws."
That was about as laughable an idea as any he'd heard since coming to this insane world where buffed out military men put his body through hell and lunatic cops thought they should be friends while playing watchdog on TJ's sobriety. Now, if they were talking about skills or talents, those might be things his parents didn't think he had. And his dad's insistence that he should play piano didn't count. That was the most socially acceptable thing he could do. But, they didn't understand that performing for someone else would kill it.
Maybe he should stop thinking and 'they didn't understand'.
Sighing, he regarded the other man quietly for a long moment. TJ could believe the couples' therapy part. Travis sounded like he'd just regurgitated a condensed version of a session. And TJ was not unfamiliar with counselors. Even former first sons were forced to talk to one after suicide attempts or accidental overdoses everyone thought were attempts. He wasn't at all fond of the idea of continuing this conversation, but what the hell? It wasn't like there were any better options at the moment. "How about I keep my champagne and you can find a beer and we can take this conversation elsewhere so you can be vindicated in seeing me do something that will probably make my parents frown. And, yes, I do mean simply leaving the party with a companion they don't know anything about when I should be paying attention and politicking the room."