Recent content by Tristan Collins

Tristan nodded slowly, searching Vivian's face. He wanted to move closer and hug or kiss him, but Vivian had pulled away earlier and Tristan figured he needed to give him a moment. He sighed softly. "Thank you for telling me." He said softly.

Tristan tensed as Vivian's tone changed and he pulled away from him. He watched him closely as he spoke, feeling his heart sink a little. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way." He said quietly. "I never want to take my problems out of you. I got scared and defensive and I said things I...

Tristan let out a huff of air in annoyance. "So marching upstairs, shaking him awake and telling him I love him no matter what fifty times in a row isn't going to work?" He joked with a grimace. "Because that's kind of what I want to do right now." He reached over to touch Vivian's hand...

Tristan sighed deeply, intertwining his fingers as he thought. "Yes, well. I don't know what to do- how to adjust." He said honestly. "I can't help it- I'm hurt he feels that way. I know it's stupid, and I know it's my job to make him feel better, but I hate it." He admitted. "I just don't know...

Tristan moved into the room, scooting past Vivian to sit down in the corner seat. He sighed, resting his elbows on his legs and putting his face in his hands. "I was shocked by what you said. I got scared- felt attacked." He said softly, dropping his hands away from his face. "I don't want him...

Tristan sighed deeply. "I was. I'm sorry." He said, realizing he had said he wanted to say sorry, but he hadn't actually yet. "Can I come in?" He asked quietly.

Tristan cleared his throat, feeling uncertain. At least he'd answered, that was promising. "Can we talk? I made you tea." He said, wondering if he should have said those things in the opposite order. "I want to say sorry. I was out of line." He added, wincing slightly. Even now, he found it hard...

Tristan watched Vivian go and knew he'd feel terrible once the boiling anger went away. He grabbed himself a drink, then headed to his office where he would find some work to distract himself from how bad he was about to feel. - timeskip of around an hour - After trying (and failing) to lose...

Tristan let out a small, derisive laugh when Vivian said he wasn't accusing him of anything. He couldn't help it. Deep down, very deep down, an ugly feeling was boiling. One that he knew was unfair but one that showed i's head every time he saw how well Vivian and Mason got along and how alike...

Tristan knew he should probably step away, calm down before snapping at Vivian. But it was hard when they were talking about his son, and when Vivian was accusing him of making him feel unloved. He got to his feet and threw his hands up in frustration. "He does not think I only love him when...

Tristan shook his head, pulling his hand away from Vivian's soothing touch. "We do plenty that doesn't focus on school." He said, clearly frustrated. "Fine, I can do a bit more. But I'm not going to stop him from learning when he wants to." He said, straightening the stack of paper on the table...

Tristan's worst instincts were always the easiest to push down, but they were still there in the back of his mind. A part of him wanted to shut down the conversation as fast as he could by saying something hurtful, but he stopped himself. Vivian was being gentle, and he knew that his partner was...

Tristan had been oblivious to Vivian's mood, floating in a happy haze of pride, but something in Vivian's tone made him pay attention. He looked up and frowned a little at the expression on his face. It made him uneasy. It was the expression Vivian had when they needed to have a serious...

dang Rowan this is beautifully written