[maybe that wasn't the brightest idea on his part, considering tim complies almost immediately and executes his orders to perfection. it doesn't help to see tim wrapped in his jacket, eyes screwed shut as he breathes in and out slowly. hawk realizes quite suddenly his glasses are gone - yet another barrier removed, a vulnerability he's seeing up close where anyone else would overlook it. his fingers flex against the softness of his cheek, somehow now the third time he's had to precisely memorize the sensation of it against his palm. it doesn't go unnoticed that tim seems to lean into it from something other than being off-balanced, but that's the kind of thinking that makes hawk tamp down near immediately lest he fall into the same category of any other man wanting to take advantage. even as his gaze drops ever so briefly to his lips, the dark flutter of lashes against his cheek and knows that's an image he would have paid good money to see before tim walked into his classroom.
but thankfully the nausea seems to subside enough for him to open his eyes and offer a smile, weak as it is. a lot better than watching him fumble with excuses and keep blaming himself. another wave of it comes on, and hawk waits for it to pass politely before nodding in approval that he's repeating the instructions.]
Well, before either of us forget -
[his glasses are perched on one of the rolling bedside tables, stark black blending into the faux-wood and lenses reflecting the unforgiving fluorescent lights that cast an unfortunate, sickly pallor over everyone no matter their current ailments. hawk carefully plucks them up, opening the arms before a quick i'll do the honors to keep tim aware more than anything else before slipping them up onto the bridge of his nose and tucking them behind his ears, knowing tim will probably need to adjust them.]
There.
[another quick smile, and he waits for tim to slide his arms fully into the blazer, unable to help himself from reaching out and tugging the lapels in closer as if that'll make the difference in warmth rather than fabric choice. what an idiot he must look like, fussing over his student like this. but it's too late to back out now, to leave tim stranded when he really needs it most.]
Put both your arms around my neck and I'll do the rest.
[and when he does, hawk will lean in, wrapping one arm around his mid-back and easily sliding the other under his knees. they bend together almost immediately, ankles dangling in a way he can't think of other than downright dainty. princess carry, his brain absently supplies. whatever the fuck that's supposed to make him think about. he waits to make sure tim's adjusted alright from the sudden shift in probably the entire axis of his existence right now, praying he won't get nauseous or worse.]
You can duck your head and close your eyes if you need to. I'm going to walk us out now.
[the only place for him to do that is hawk's neck, which he is resolutely attempting to ignore as he starts the slow, steady trek back out to the parking lot.]
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but thankfully the nausea seems to subside enough for him to open his eyes and offer a smile, weak as it is. a lot better than watching him fumble with excuses and keep blaming himself. another wave of it comes on, and hawk waits for it to pass politely before nodding in approval that he's repeating the instructions.]
Well, before either of us forget -
[his glasses are perched on one of the rolling bedside tables, stark black blending into the faux-wood and lenses reflecting the unforgiving fluorescent lights that cast an unfortunate, sickly pallor over everyone no matter their current ailments. hawk carefully plucks them up, opening the arms before a quick i'll do the honors to keep tim aware more than anything else before slipping them up onto the bridge of his nose and tucking them behind his ears, knowing tim will probably need to adjust them.]
There.
[another quick smile, and he waits for tim to slide his arms fully into the blazer, unable to help himself from reaching out and tugging the lapels in closer as if that'll make the difference in warmth rather than fabric choice. what an idiot he must look like, fussing over his student like this. but it's too late to back out now, to leave tim stranded when he really needs it most.]
Put both your arms around my neck and I'll do the rest.
[and when he does, hawk will lean in, wrapping one arm around his mid-back and easily sliding the other under his knees. they bend together almost immediately, ankles dangling in a way he can't think of other than downright dainty. princess carry, his brain absently supplies. whatever the fuck that's supposed to make him think about. he waits to make sure tim's adjusted alright from the sudden shift in probably the entire axis of his existence right now, praying he won't get nauseous or worse.]
You can duck your head and close your eyes if you need to. I'm going to walk us out now.
[the only place for him to do that is hawk's neck, which he is resolutely attempting to ignore as he starts the slow, steady trek back out to the parking lot.]