Re: Derek/Tim
"I want to hit someone I don't want to spar - there's a difference." Tim said shaking his head. And since he wasn't going to find anyone to just roll over for him the way he really wanted, it looked like getting drunk was going to be the better option. And it had the added benefit of making it hard for him to think about anything straight. He could even have a beer or two in the morning before class - if they still had class after this.
"In case you've forgotten the only fucking reason I'm doing this shit job is because it was this or some prison lab experiment. I didn't choose this not like you did or Peter. How the fuck does that help me now? I could be dead in some prison or dead here on some shit case that I don't give a fuck about." Anger was easier - easier than trying to examine anything he was feeling.
"I don't want to give this time, man. I just want to go home. I want a normal life where people are killed in the street like that. I don't want to be a government agent." He shrugged away from Derek's touch pushing a hand through his hair and pulling before he dropped it to his side, and just as quickly crossing his arms over his chest like he was physically holding everything in.