#anything where Tommy acknowledges his own pain in parallel with Drakkon

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"How many pictures do you have of Skull on your phone?" Matt didn't even pause his assault on the training dummy, just grinning with all of his teeth as Billy continued to swipe through the saved images on his cell in an effort to familiarize himself with the one boy they both knew that they were both crushing on and continually wanted to bang and spoil; if only Billy would get off the goddamn fence about it. "A hundred and forty-eight. But I also have six of Bulk, two of Jason, and one that one thirst trap Zack was proud of last year." "....The one he wouldn't stop whining about not getting the attention he deserved?" "Yep, that one. But that's not what you want to talk about." Billy didn't even bother denying it, rapidly moving from picture to picture and hoping his eidetic didn't blur the scenes and shots of Eugene in a posture collar looking up at the camera; trussed up in thin rope while suspended in the air wearing nothing but shadows to block out the R rated bits; seated on an oversized toadstool with silver fairy wings and autumn leaves made from satin and lace... "No it's not. Where did you get these and why do you collect them like Pokémon cards?" "I bought them from the distribution center online, which is how he makes his money," were words spoken slowly, as if to a small child that didn't understand the concept of a job, "And I collect them because I am in the prime of my youth and can't expect him to get down on his knees for me every moment of the day--" Billy made that noise, the one Matt was finding more and more amusing the further they got into the possibility of Billy actually joining in with Matt and Eugene in the bedroom; like a whistling teakettle and a hissing goose. "That's not--I-I didn't mean--! You--!" "You can pick some that you like and send them to your own phone if that will help." Billy ceased his fumbling, embarrassed noise making and looked from Matt sucker punching the dummy so hard that it toppled over, eyes wide as a child in a candy store. "...I mean, if I have your permission?"

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She awoke screaming every night that week, the fire of his ash on her lips, the blood on her hands, and the 'why's on her tongue she didn't know how to speak.

She missed him, she loved him, but she hated him too.

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Yes this is from TCOT

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