[Touch is important; it provides a connection with others, reminds you that you're real. They've both been conditioned to expect violent touch, bruises that sting, proof of battles fought and either won or lost, but touch like this, warm and grounding, is much rarer. Tim's fingertips trace along Jason's hairline at the back of his skull as he rests his head against Jason's shoulder.]

It's OK - we can go slower. [Maybe Tim was pushing too hard, too fast - too eager to grab ahold of this thing he's wanted for so long.] Hey, why don't you order some breakfast for us? We can eat, maybe go back to sleep for a bit longer.