[ He hasn't been this close to Hawk since their fight, a month ago. It feels good having his warm, fond gaze on him again, keeping him safe with his presence and his own hands instead of vague promises. It feels terrible, knowing that it's temporary, that he's wrong and he's weak to let him get this close again. Weak and warm from the alcohol in his system, heightening all those feelings, good and bad.
Tim leans into him, not for a kiss, but into the touch as a dog would for another scratch. ]
Mmmiss you too.
[ Drawn out, not in a state where words are his strong suit. ]
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Tim leans into him, not for a kiss, but into the touch as a dog would for another scratch. ]
Mmmiss you too.
[ Drawn out, not in a state where words are his strong suit. ]
Miss our room.
[ Not answering the question. ]