[Jason's a pleasant weight - warm, secure, comfortable. Tim's enjoying this arrangement more than he could put into words, just as he's enjoying the sensation of Jason's fingers moving through his hair. It's just - nice, having Jason's attention, without the shadow of uncertainty as to where he stands with him that's plagued so many of Tim's interactions with Jason. Even last night, Tim wasn't sure if Jason really meant for the morning to turn out like this, but now - now he feels certain. Jason wants him too. And Tim can't stop smiling over it, more drunk on elation than he'd been on the beers last night.]
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Just try to stop me.