Thiam: Times When We're Together

#19

late. laTE. I'M LATE.

trigger warning: there's an anxiety attack and some intense arguing moment here.

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The doorbell rang.

He wasn't particularly in a hurry, however he felt that if he couldn't open it in a matter of seconds, he would make the person on the other side of the door and himself feel horrible and that would only make the situation worse. He doesn't want it to end up in a bad situation for the both of them so even if he's carrying heavy books and highlighters, he zoomed to welcome them anyway as if a table isn't in his range of sight.

"Hey, you're here! Do you have it?" Liam peeked from the sides but because his hands are occupied, he didn't get to move much.

Theo's expression didn't change, not even a twitch. "Did you honestly think I would bring your coffee after what happened before?"

"What happened before?"

He tilted his head to the side. "There's a table nearby."

Liam blinked. "I know."

"You don't have to bring your books."

"I'm a werewolf Ted, I can handle this."

"Yes, but just because you're one thing, doesn't mean you can also be another thing at the same time."

"Okay, but do you have it?"

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"Liam, you may be a werewolf but that doesn't mean you're immortal!" The chimera exclaims as he shoves all of the shorter one is carrying and marched inside, carefully putting them on the ceramic surface. He then turned to him. "I mean, I don't know what you're planning but I'm not about to let you get too dependent on coffee and die just 'cause you're anxious."

"I'm not anxious."

His expression hardened. "I can smell you from the first floor."

Liam shrugged. "I haven't been bathing properly."

"Liam!"

"Alright!" He sighed, resigned. "I'm anxious, I know!" Then he glanced at his books. "There's just too much. I felt like I read everything but didn't understand a single detail. I can't help but be anxious."

Theo crossed his arms. "And you think asking me, practically begging me through text and consuming coffee will do any better?"

"How am I supposed to stop it? It's become one of my comfort drinks." The younger had to look down in embarrassment.

"You want to talk about comfort? You don't look like you are."

"You think I don't know that?" Liam responded with a huff, feeling something rise in him. "I thought you're supposed to help me."

Theo spasmed in disbelief. "I am, but in a way that won't be the last blow of your life!"

"Then why aren't you being helpful?"

Behind the anger that's inching continuously higher, Liam knows he shouldn't have said that just because he's agitated and acting childish. He is highly aware about the toll the older would have on it. He knows this would end badly and yes, the sharp intake of breath isn't missed either.

The werewolf is betting that because of his little screw up, Theo didn't notice the smell of anxiety worsening from him, as if it hasn't been hours before. That, and maybe because now it isn't just his anymore.

"Little Wolf, have you seen yourself? You look like a corpse!" There was a silent plea in his voice.

Ah, and there's the name change too.