[ there's a rawness in hawk's eyes that tim has never seen in him before. it makes the hand squeezing around his feel real and heavy, cements this moment into his mind for as long as he can remember. you should know how much i care about you too hawk says and while he's not so naive to think it a declaration of love, it's close enough.
it makes tim blush deeper, makes his fingers curl around hawk's and keep them glued there for a moment. he doesn't care about the food that was brought a little bit ago, he doesn't care about the restaurant or the people or anything eyes. his eyes stay leveled on hawk's. ]
Just because our classes are finishing up doesn't mean I won't see you. Doesn't mean we can't... do this, too. I won't be your student anymore, after all, so I think I might have more time and liberty.
[ he'd take a lifetime of little dinner dates like this, if that's what he could get. ]
Even when I'm finished with school - there won't be Georgetown Codes of Conduct or anything like that. We could go for coffee, lunch, anything I suppose.
[ he lets out a little breath, utterly romanced by the ambience of the place and the way hawk has opened up in a new way before him. ]
You mean a lot to me. And... and there won't ever be anyone else like you, either. I still remember when I walked into your class. I sat in the back because I was afraid in the front you'd see how red I was. And then you started giving your lecture and I think I was done for.
[ tim huffs a little laugh, shrugging one shoulder. with his free hand he nervously swipes his glass to sip from it - the wine is almost gone. he'd not realized he'd practically made it to the bottom of it. ]
But we're not in class, not at Georgetown. We're at a little Italian restaurant. Together. On a date.
[ his nose wrinkles, his smile pulls to one side. he looks utterly besotted with the man across him, invested in a way that, had he had the foresight, he might have stood up then and ran away. instead, he can feel the way his heart swells for the man across him. a couple more weeks and he'd no longer be his student, he could do so much more. ]
I... I would like to keep doing this. At least as time allows. After this week, I mean. Or I'll just come to your office - or... I don't know. Maybe I graduate soon and all, but you're more to me than just classes and office talks. I...
[ he swallows hard, a little embarrassed. ] I just hope you know that.
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it makes tim blush deeper, makes his fingers curl around hawk's and keep them glued there for a moment. he doesn't care about the food that was brought a little bit ago, he doesn't care about the restaurant or the people or anything eyes. his eyes stay leveled on hawk's. ]
Just because our classes are finishing up doesn't mean I won't see you. Doesn't mean we can't... do this, too. I won't be your student anymore, after all, so I think I might have more time and liberty.
[ he'd take a lifetime of little dinner dates like this, if that's what he could get. ]
Even when I'm finished with school - there won't be Georgetown Codes of Conduct or anything like that. We could go for coffee, lunch, anything I suppose.
[ he lets out a little breath, utterly romanced by the ambience of the place and the way hawk has opened up in a new way before him. ]
You mean a lot to me. And... and there won't ever be anyone else like you, either. I still remember when I walked into your class. I sat in the back because I was afraid in the front you'd see how red I was. And then you started giving your lecture and I think I was done for.
[ tim huffs a little laugh, shrugging one shoulder. with his free hand he nervously swipes his glass to sip from it - the wine is almost gone. he'd not realized he'd practically made it to the bottom of it. ]
But we're not in class, not at Georgetown. We're at a little Italian restaurant. Together. On a date.
[ his nose wrinkles, his smile pulls to one side. he looks utterly besotted with the man across him, invested in a way that, had he had the foresight, he might have stood up then and ran away. instead, he can feel the way his heart swells for the man across him. a couple more weeks and he'd no longer be his student, he could do so much more. ]
I... I would like to keep doing this. At least as time allows. After this week, I mean. Or I'll just come to your office - or... I don't know. Maybe I graduate soon and all, but you're more to me than just classes and office talks. I...
[ he swallows hard, a little embarrassed. ] I just hope you know that.