[yeah, it's obvious. but he's not gonna say a damn word, knowing there's a chance he might knock tim out of it and get his ass kicked out prematurely. it's not even about sex or kisses anymore, which should be surprising to him. but can it really, when it's always been about more than that? it's about the intimacy and the trust he has here with another man - feelings he's refused to let himself have since kenny. it's why his lips brush tenderly against tim's temple instead of seeking out his mouth, not wanting to silence him or truly take advantage even though he doesn't think his lover would see it that way. not entirely, anyway.]

You don't have to apologize for that. There was never going to be a good time for it.

[there's a pause, realization sinking in that he hasn't really let himself have the opportunity to grieve over it yet, too wrapped up in everything else. if his arm slides down to drag tim a little closer and squeeze around his shoulders - it doesn't mean anything.]

I just wish I knew - what happened. Why. We were going to fix it all, we were gonna win.

[it sounds naive the moment it's fully articulated, a rare moment in which he wishes he could take it back.]