It isn't actually that big a deal. They've thrown aside clothes that didn't belong to either of them, even before they had a third person permanently living in their home. Living in one of their rooms. Forcing him out of his soulmate's bedroom to keep everyone appeased.
No, not appeased - placated. Because he sure as Hell isn't happy with his own room elsewhere in the townhouse.
Toby sighs and rolls his shoulder to throw Dorian off. "This isn't the first time it's been like this, Dorian. Me coming up here to find it a mess with things that aren't yours, even when we're planning for the day to be ours."
It shouldn't be a big deal. Sin's kind and good-natured, and the vampire genuinely likes her. She brings many indulgences into the house that wouldn't be possible without her, and she makes for an excellent gaming partner from time to time. But he didn't get to choose his part in all this. Not really. He made peace to keep his soulmate. To not be alone again.
God, what utter shit for timing. It's always something for him, isn't it? He could use a drink or five. Anything to dull the ache in his heart and the gnawing realization that he needs to say something about how he's feeling after all this time.
"I'm not in the mood anymore," he says suddenly, pushing himself to his feet and rebuttoning his shirt. "Maybe later. I want to be alone right now."
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No, not appeased - placated. Because he sure as Hell isn't happy with his own room elsewhere in the townhouse.
Toby sighs and rolls his shoulder to throw Dorian off. "This isn't the first time it's been like this, Dorian. Me coming up here to find it a mess with things that aren't yours, even when we're planning for the day to be ours."
It shouldn't be a big deal. Sin's kind and good-natured, and the vampire genuinely likes her. She brings many indulgences into the house that wouldn't be possible without her, and she makes for an excellent gaming partner from time to time. But he didn't get to choose his part in all this. Not really. He made peace to keep his soulmate. To not be alone again.
God, what utter shit for timing. It's always something for him, isn't it? He could use a drink or five. Anything to dull the ache in his heart and the gnawing realization that he needs to say something about how he's feeling after all this time.
"I'm not in the mood anymore," he says suddenly, pushing himself to his feet and rebuttoning his shirt. "Maybe later. I want to be alone right now."