1 Work in Stannis Baratheon & Jon Connington
27 Dec 2018
“Right. And how do you feel when you talk to this guy? Just checking.”
“Is this really necessary?”
“I’m afraid it is.”
He breathes in. “I don’t know, if he doesn’t come to class because he can’t move his shift around it’s a disappointment, the one time we went for drinks after it because we’re apparently on a first name basis now, I could barely drink because my entire stomach was clenching on itself all the time but not in a bad way, when he handed me my glass in the pub my fingers brushed against his and I’m not going to tell you what I spent the entire ride back home thinking because you don’t deserve to be subjected to that, too, and I don’t know, I left my nine month old daughter with him when I barely knew his damned name, what else should I even say now?”
Jon takes another sip of tea. “Congratulations,” he says, “you’re really into this guy.”
Stannis wants to die inside.
“And there’s nothing bad about it.”
Or: in which archaeology TA Stannis Baratheon has to juggle teaching a class he hates, being a single father and having fallen for the university's janitor who also attends his classes.