It's been a long time, but I hear you're visiting Saltburnt? I've reconnected with Teo recently. I think we might go out for an evening, but I wanted to bring him some flowers. Do you know what his favorites are now?
( Really. All of a sudden, everyone (for themselves or their mother) seems to be sending him messages. So, now, instead of hearing everything secondhand, he's being directly involved.
He hates when people stick their noses where they don't belong, and hates it even more when they aren't genuine about it. There is no backbone in this.
Teo really needs to communicate to his real, fake, and otherwise partners better. )
As far as I know, his taste range hasn't differed since the last time you were together, but how about I leave the job of dating my son to you.
( Since you were clearly enlisted and it's clearly a job.
But, he also wants his son to think this is working. Maybe he'll make less trouble. )
He likes poppies, but bring him roses. He isn't Dorothy Gale.
It isn't a job. Dating teo has never been a job. I didn't know he was going to be here, actually, but we ran into one another out by the pool. It's nice to see him again.
[ wow, okay mr salvatore, better remember your son dumped HIM thank you. ]
And he wants to go to the arcade, so I told him I'd take him. I don't have much time before I have to go back into training, so I really want to start off on the right foot.
My name is Hawkins Fuller. I hope I'm not intruding, but if you have the time - I'd like to meet. I'd offer to buy you a drink, but I'm willing to bet it's not as quality as the stuff you've got back home.
he doesn't know where they are, in their slow journey back to being father and son, but they're probably not to - let me show you what your latest suitor sent me.
that his son seems to be genuinely interested in hawkins z. fuller, means he doesn't get the full force of what he wants to say. this isn't a diversion like q. this isn't a misguided whatever with harry. right?
still. pretenses. he has to work for it. )
There's no need to worry about quality, if you're familiar with Il Sangre De Calabria or Fratelli Borbonici, both are on the premises.
( But he hope he reaches for something on a higher shelf. Don't go for low-hanging fruit. )
I've read your nickname is Hawk, is that because you set your sights on what you want or from your skill with a racket?
He texted me late last night, drunk. Nobody drunk texts unless they're horny or depressed, and the latter couldn't have anything to do me, since I don't know him.
He opened by telling me I can do better than Harry, which wasn't from a place of concern, because again - I don't know him. And considers himself among the pool of better options.
( Oh. Oh he could see how that could be misinterpreted. Stephen knowing about Harry is Timoteo's father's fault and led - Well. That has nothing to do with now. He had a fairly messy time - before reconciling, kind of, with his ex and then bonding with his son.
Why does he think he was hitting on him?
He can't just tell his son that not every man with salt and pepper hair is hitting on him. Or would. )
I'm fairly sure, he recently lost an ex-wife. Christine.
After your uncle Damon's graduation from university, he needed medical attention. Dr. Strange saved his eyesight. He knew our family, but declined your grandfather when he offered for Stephen to be on our payroll.
He became renowned, but a tragic accident cut his career short. He hasn't operated since.
And, I suppose he's here for the summer.
You really feel like he was making an attempt for you?
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