[Jason turns on that smile that's so infrequently seen, and it makes Tim feel like stepping into a patch of warm sunlight on a cold winter day. Jason's smile is infectious, and Tim has never been happier to be infected, smiling right back as he's brought into the kiss, sparks catching under his skin where Jason's fingers land on his face. Tim melts into Jason, savoring the kiss, the touch, the warmth - everything, and he stays close after the kiss ends.]

Jason ... you keep saying stuff like that, like I don't already know. But I do know you - maybe not as well as I'd like, but well enough to know what I'm signing up for. I promise - I want this. You. Trust me - I can handle your worst. I'm not going anywhere.