[He's still doubting. Is that Jason's tendency to distrust talking, or is Tim just not convincing enough? Tim sobers a little, mouth pursed in concentration. He props his head up in his hand, leaning on his elbow against the pillow next to Jason so he can look him straight in the eye when he says his next words.]

Jason ... I've wanted you since before I really understood what that meant. I promise - I want you. I'm not going to change my mind.

[The rest of what Jason asks ... that's something about which Tim is much less certain. His eyes fall to his finger, tracing a slow line back across Jason's collar bone, sliding a few inches down to rest over his heart, beating and alive.]

I don't - I don't expect anything from you, I guess - I didn't think this would ever happen, so I didn't let myself imagine that far ahead. [His eyes flick up to Jason's again.] What do you expect from me?