[ tim could never say no to a man like hawkins fuller, especially not now. even though they're not touching and instead spend the next while eating and talking, it's easy to lose track of time. the sun outside dies down to dark, the stars start peeking out in the dusk, and their conversation keeps him engaged to the point he doesn't even fully acknowledge the food he's eating.
he's sure it's a delicious meal - hawk wouldn't go for anything less - and yet he finds himself dazzled by the man across from him. he looks earnestly into the ice blue of his eyes, memorizes the way he smiles or the way he says his name. he learns about the man's time at georgetown, his younger days, craig. and in turn tim tells hawk about his journey to georgetown, some of his own wild little stints with friends thus far, but there aren't many stories like that. it all turns to the future instead.
he's just finished taking another sip of his (what, second?) glass of wine when the evening begins to wind down. this is the part with the checks, goodbyes, the drive back. everything he's dreading. ]
Dessert?
[ he huffs a little and dumbly reaches for his glass of milk, mostly drained and a replacement brought out when the waiter brings with him the dessert menu. more time purchased by way of cake and sweets. tim's smile brightens a little and he leans forward on the table with both elbows, chin perched atop the back of one wrist, hands folded to one side. ]
I don't know - the snack drawer has been pretty incredible. It's like the lady at the front desk knows me or something like that.
[ there's a playful wrinkle of his nose, and it's evident in the way he says it he knows exactly who stocks that snack drawer now. he scoots forward a little in his seat when hawk leans in, his own brows raising over the dark rims of his glasses. his face flushes again. ]
I don't know what that is, but I like strawberries. And I like you well enough so I guess we can split it.
[ there's a little smile, a shrug of a shoulder. the waiter comes back with the menus and confidently tim shakes his head, holding a polite hand up. ]
Sorry, I think we've already decided. Seems someone knows the menu well here. [ he grins. ] Strawberry cassata cake - just one, please. Two forks, though, if you don't mind? Thank you.
[ and there's a nod of understanding from the waiter and he's off again. tim's heart couldn't feel fuller. ]
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he's sure it's a delicious meal - hawk wouldn't go for anything less - and yet he finds himself dazzled by the man across from him. he looks earnestly into the ice blue of his eyes, memorizes the way he smiles or the way he says his name. he learns about the man's time at georgetown, his younger days, craig. and in turn tim tells hawk about his journey to georgetown, some of his own wild little stints with friends thus far, but there aren't many stories like that. it all turns to the future instead.
he's just finished taking another sip of his (what, second?) glass of wine when the evening begins to wind down. this is the part with the checks, goodbyes, the drive back. everything he's dreading. ]
Dessert?
[ he huffs a little and dumbly reaches for his glass of milk, mostly drained and a replacement brought out when the waiter brings with him the dessert menu. more time purchased by way of cake and sweets. tim's smile brightens a little and he leans forward on the table with both elbows, chin perched atop the back of one wrist, hands folded to one side. ]
I don't know - the snack drawer has been pretty incredible. It's like the lady at the front desk knows me or something like that.
[ there's a playful wrinkle of his nose, and it's evident in the way he says it he knows exactly who stocks that snack drawer now. he scoots forward a little in his seat when hawk leans in, his own brows raising over the dark rims of his glasses. his face flushes again. ]
I don't know what that is, but I like strawberries. And I like you well enough so I guess we can split it.
[ there's a little smile, a shrug of a shoulder. the waiter comes back with the menus and confidently tim shakes his head, holding a polite hand up. ]
Sorry, I think we've already decided. Seems someone knows the menu well here. [ he grins. ] Strawberry cassata cake - just one, please. Two forks, though, if you don't mind? Thank you.
[ and there's a nod of understanding from the waiter and he's off again. tim's heart couldn't feel fuller. ]
This has been really wonderful, Hawk.