[Tim falls asleep in his clothes half the time anyway, so he doesn't bother removing more than his socks and his wallet, keys, and phone from his pockets before settling in on the bed next to Jason. He doesn't sleep well - Tim rarely does - but he's not sick again tonight, at least. He's anxious, but tired; the beer, the food, and the emotional rollercoaster of the past several hours are all contributing factors to the exhaustion that finally overtakes him for a night of sleep in fits and starts that never last long enough.
He wishes, briefly, silently, while dozing off, that instead of being pushed onto his stomach, he could turn on his side and curl in on Jason, throw an arm around his waist, kiss him just one more time tonight. Thoughts he immediately chides himself for, but the desire for touch is still there, hovering in his mind when he wakes, as soon as Jason's phone begins to buzz. Tim shifts, turns his head in Jason's direction, opens his eyes halfway, mumbles against the pillow:]
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He wishes, briefly, silently, while dozing off, that instead of being pushed onto his stomach, he could turn on his side and curl in on Jason, throw an arm around his waist, kiss him just one more time tonight. Thoughts he immediately chides himself for, but the desire for touch is still there, hovering in his mind when he wakes, as soon as Jason's phone begins to buzz. Tim shifts, turns his head in Jason's direction, opens his eyes halfway, mumbles against the pillow:]
What time is it?