Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily wasn't sure how she thought he'd receive her nth meltdown of the week, however, it wasn't how he had. This part of their personalities was the part that would never mesh, would never actually allow her to feel secure, hence her general hesitance towards him. Yet, he was the only one she felt she could trust at the barn so far. Although, it seemed that idea was quickly changing.

"You love me too? I didn't say anything?" Her tone was defensive, maybe more than it should've been. Yet, she'd already heard that once this week, and it had gone down just as badly, if not worse than this experience. Perhaps her melding of weak relationships was what ruined it for her every time, and what had ruined her chances at happiness. "I don't understand what just happened. I feel like every time I trust you with how I feel, you turn around and act like my heart is some kind of joke!" While she had no clue of what he had just witnessed, her words were genuine--and pained. She stood in the door frame of the lounge, her hand still holding her temple as she watched him walk away.

His angry little march hadn't got him too far,Just halfway down the corridor before her voice followed him.Tim halts,Running a hand through his blonde mop as he spins to look in her direction.

"Your Heart?Emily I'm sorry for the stuff you're going through right now - But wow.Messing with me is a great game right?Something to take your mind off it all is it?"

Tim had stepped toward the lounge again,His eyes full of a passionate anger.What was she playing at?He was excessively defensive,His tone overly sharp with a tenses frame.

-Heather woke up finally and gently rubbed her eyes. Mystery would be asleep in her stall as Prince started to gently nuzzle her, feeling the warm air coming from his nostrils. She gently hugged her gentle giant, burying her face into his soft, black mane- "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry that I didn't come looking for you at the time. I should have known that horse that died in your stall wasn't you at all. I'm so sorry sweet boy, I'm so so sorry" -she started to break down again as tears ran down her face as she quietly calls herself a terrible owner, her anxiety was slowly getting the better of her-

Emily | Eventing | Tim, Tristan

Emily's tan eyes widened at his accusation. "Messing with you? By doing what? You hug a person once and all of a sudden you're leading them on? You fix their collar? Thank them for saving you from the trainwreck that is Keenan Kellison doing all but kidnapping you and dragging you to a bar?" She sighed and let the door slam behind her. "I'm sorry if any of those things feel like I'm 'messing with you,' but I can't be the only one at fault here. Come find me when you can tell me how you really feel, like the adult that you are."

Emotionally charged, the blonde marched past Tim in a rush, slipping into Tristan's office. He raised an eyebrow as she entered, hardly looking up from his paperwork. "Is now a good time to talk?"

He nodded indifferently as he shredded files. "Here, kid, take a stack. Shredding paper always makes me feel calmer..."

Keenan | XCI | Heather, Tim

Keenan stopped at Heather's horses' stalls, his voice deep and booming as usual, drawing attention from a good distance away. "Hey kid, you look rough. Protein deficiency or what? What's got you down?" Just then, he saw Tim walk past in a hurry. "Hey, big boy. Slow your roll, don't want us thinking you're secretly a track star."

Tim's expression had only become more angry as she continued to speak,Eyes brows now furrowing fully as he let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Adults.Yeah that's what we're both behaving like now huh?Is that what you call that."

He didn't know what came over him as he let out an overly volumized shout of no particular word,Just a random noise of frustration, in a fit of rage, suddenly before he headed in the opposite direction.

The normally level headed instructor was a total mess by the time he had reached the barn ,Deep in thought until someone spoke.Someone utterly obnoxious it seemed.With a clenched fist,Tim gives a hard glare,

<span style="font-size: 15px;">"My 'Roll' has nought to do with you.So back it up Big shot."

<span style="font-size: 15px;">With that,Tim marched into his office,pacing the room and breathing through pursed lips.He wasn't going to melt down over this,Tim had told himself.Over and over.

Well that was gone amiss it seemed as the young man collapsed into his chair,Violently trembling as his hands covered his now lightly tear stained cheeks.

For the next half an hour,Tim flicked between anger and despairation,repetively arranging and tossing anything his hands got a hold of,Changing between a melt down about the past last couple of years to fuming over how pathetic he was.

Keenan | XCI | Tim

Hearing the rather loud noises coming from the office of things hitting the wall, some of them breaking, Keenan casually threw the door open on an emotionally-charged Tim, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, man. Is this a new workout routine? I love it. Can I try?" With an amused grin, he picked up a pencil holder which was already on the ground, throwing it lightly to the point where it would do little damage, yet he had the urge to crack the drywall. "What's your name? I'm Keenan, but my friends call me Special K."

At that exact moment,a stapler had hit the wall beside the door,A slight mark left on the wall as Tim collapsed back into the chair.He swirled it away from facing the door,Trying to clear the evidence from his face of his melt down.

"Yeah - I suppose I'll be a body builder by the end of it."

Tim spoke with little emotion,Not having the effort.He felt emotionally drained,not even flinching as the holder was thrown.The mention of the man's name did intrigue him however,Quickly spinning the chair.

"Oh,You're Definately Special alright."

With a disapproving stare,Tim stands,Right at eye level with Keenan now.His normally sheepish glances were gone,Replaced with a cold and almost dangerous look.

"Listen up punk.You stay away from Emily you understand?If I find you did anything to her -"

He stops,Desciding he best not go there - The decision made solely on the reliance on his job.His head wasnt thinking straight - i mean how his clenched fist would love to just hit that smug expression square in the nose..

With a distasteful glance over,Tim shakes his head and gestures toward the door before staring to pick things up.

"Get out."

Keenan | XCI | Tim

"Why get out, man? We could bond over her. She's pretty cool, but so tight-knit. I told her that the alcohol I gave her was water, and it tasted funny because I put protein powder in it. And she believed me! Isn't that hilarious?" He snickered a little, helping Tim clean up a few things, but mainly spinning himself around in the other rolling chair. "What's your connection to her, anyway? She talks about you a lot, but I didn't think you guys were dating. If you are, I'll have to apologize now, I got her quite a few phone numbers. Not all dudes, either..." he went to leave, but placed Emily's phone on Tim's desk first. "If you don't mind giving that back to her, I'd appreciate it. Thanks man. Now, if you'll excuse me, me and Tristan have a crazy workout planned today. Do you wanna come?"

-Heather was a bit startled by Keenan's voice as she looked over at him a bit, she was about to speak but fell quiet when she saw Tim walking passed in a hurried way but his expression looked very different to her. After a while of listening to the arguing from Tim's office, she has never heard Tim this angry before til now-