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[ It's a warped, awful version of what they had before. Holding each other in grief instead of joy, in Koby's room instead of his, dotted with tears instead of kisses. Either way, it's out of love, but the kind that fills him with dread, makes him fear what would happen if he weren't there to hold his head above the water. Tim holds him right there against his shoulder, noting the tiny specks of moisture against it that Hawk tries to blink away, running his hand through Hawk's hair until he settles. When he speaks again, it's with a sniff of his own, moved by Hawk's display of emotion into his own. ]

I'm sure.

[ Tim brings Hawk's hand to his mouth to press a tiny kiss onto a fingertip, and then he stands. He'll crawl in beside him soon, after flitting around for a moment to make sure Hawk is as comfortable as possible without leaving his side for more than a moment. A sweater from Tim's dresser, a trip to the bathroom to fill him a glass of water. Doting, worrying, bittersweet fondness in his eyes as he sits at the foot of the bed, untying Hawk's shoes for him and setting them down carefully by the footboard. ]

...I'm sorry, I don't know. That kind of information wasn't made public, and you and I weren't speaking. There must have been at least a letter, nobody ever suspected anyone but Smith himself.

[ Shoes off, good enough. Now he settles in beside him, one arm under his head and the other curled around Hawk's middle. ]

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[what would he be doing if he weren't here right now, if tim hadn't welcomed him with open arms? probably shoved it down, drank half a bottle and stumbled into his own lonely bed. it's no small mercy the way tim makes it look so easy to care for him now, lips pressing against his fingertip and flitting around the room to get him water, clothes, to bend down and make him comfortable by half undressing him. it's muscle memory to roll onto his side, sliding down and pressing his face against the top of tim's chest so he can bury himself there like it's his favorite pillow. there's a soft noise of contentment, arms clutching around his middle and eyes squeezing shut for a moment just to relish it - knowing deep down this is what he's been missing, what he'll keep missing if he refuses to let tim in.

but the thought of losing him the way he's lost senator smith is equally terrifying, enough for his eyes to flutter open again and fingers to flex against his sides.]

It's alright. What you told me - it's enough. I can guess.

[he should leave it at that, keep himself awake as long as possible so he can prolong this stolen moment of bliss. but - ]

Thank you, Skippy.

[not just for the details, the reassurance. but for the physical too: inviting him in, letting him be here. holding him, keeping him safe and placated and putting aside the hurt even if he doesn't deserve it. his voice lowers into a pained murmur, almost a whisper as his lips drag absently against the seam between his pectorals.]

I - miss you somethin' terrible. Every day. I'm sorry.

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[ Through toil and trouble, heartbreak and anger, there's still no world where he doesn't care for Hawk through his grief. The love will always be there, for the rest of his life, he's sure, and even if it's strained right now, Tim will always have a shoulder for him to lean on. If only Hawk could find it in him to actually use it, before something as dramatic as the death of someone close smacked some emotion into him.

He sighs, stroking the back of Hawk's head, pressing his nose to the crown and breathing him in. Cigarette smoke, the soft musk of the end of the day. It makes his eyes feel heavy, a Pavlovian response telling him to settle, to curl up and sleep in the safety of Hawk's arms. Tomorrow, he'll tell himself it's the wine he drank before texting him. It'll be a lie. ]

...I miss you too. And I think you know that.

[ Tim doesn't know how he can make it any clearer what he needs from him, and he keeps insisting that he can't give it. Are they not at an impasse, then? Hawk says that he's sorry, but nothing changes. It's not the time to call him out on it. ]

We don't have to talk about that right now. I'll be here all night. Get some sleep, okay?