You didn't fail, Jason. You're not - you're not just an idea.

[Tim shakes his head, frowning. He sits up straighter on the bed, feet curled to the side, and slides a hand to rest along Jason's jaw.]

Maybe I don't know you as well as I want to, but that doesn't mean I don't know you at all. I know enough. I've watched you for years, and I know - I know how I feel about you. I love you, Jason.

[It feels weird, saying the words, after keeping that secret locked away inside his heart for so long - weird but right. Tim couldn't tear his eyes away from Jason now, even if he wanted to, and he doesn't. Slowly, gently, Tim traces his thumb over Jason's cheekbone.]

You're more than an idea to me, Jason. You always have been.