Re: Tory & Jamie: the Apartment
Well, it had been buried and pretty deep. Just because Tory had been pretty open about Colin that day was purely due to the fact that someone had somehow known, which had completely freaked him out behind the scenes. It wasn't exactly shit he dealt with on the daily. But Jamie toting it out and wagging it in his face had broken that wall, and he knew he'd have to deal with it later, in some more constructive way than getting drunk on cheap tequila and fucking a stranger. He knew (in a way he really didn't on an intellectual level and/or a way he refused to acknowledge outright) he'd have to dig the trench again and rebuild the concrete vault.
Tory dropped his head with an audible sigh of relief. He was awkward enough; he didn't need to encounter random live-in sister of random hookup to complicate the matter further. Not that this was complicated. This was easy and surprisingly so: there was an expectation that he'd be shown the door when the whole escapade was over. But no, here was Jamie still kind of doing that friend thing, offering the bed for a post-coital nap, and even calling him "Tor" which was...well it kind of made him feel cute. "Ah okay, little sister," he said, settling back into the pillows and curling his body back toward Jamie's. "Margot, the goddess of war." She must be...interesting, if that was a thing she would love? "Any others? Housemates, siblings, cats I haven't seen that are going to secretly rip my flesh in my sleep?"