[Tim goes silent at Jason's request, brow furrowed as he listens to his words. What do I need to do, he thinks, to make him believe me? Both hands close around Jason's, gently folding his fingers down as he drops his head to brush his lips against Jason's knuckles, then turns his gaze back up to meet Jason's eyes, blue finding blue.]
Jason ... I'm serious as a heart attack. Do you really think I'd just say that? [He shakes his head.] I've seen all I need to know how I feel about you.
[If he's not fought, Tim will move in closer to Jason, aiming to pull him into a hug, holding tight. Maybe words aren't enough - maybe what Jason will need to believe Tim is to be shown the strength of his conviction.]
[ Jason stays silent his eyes watching Tim, waiting to see where the 'but' would come from... when none came, he didn't fight him, but he didnt speak. He just returned the hug and held him a little tighter than he intended to. He needed the grounding touch.]
[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.
[He likes that, the idea of being entrusted with Jason’s secrets, especially when it’s something like this. Tim’s reluctant to let Jason go, but uses the necessary parting as an opportunity to slip to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a gentle hand at Jason’s shoulder to silently announce himself. There’s no worse idea than sneaking up behind Jason - that’s a good way to get an elbow to the face.]
I’ll have to phone the concierge next, see if they can send up a sewing kit.
[It’s murmured into the side of Jason’s neck, followed with a kiss.]
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Jason ... I'm serious as a heart attack. Do you really think I'd just say that? [He shakes his head.] I've seen all I need to know how I feel about you.
[If he's not fought, Tim will move in closer to Jason, aiming to pull him into a hug, holding tight. Maybe words aren't enough - maybe what Jason will need to believe Tim is to be shown the strength of his conviction.]
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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.
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Don't tell anyone about this, got it?
[ He wouldn't be himself without threats. ]
Yeah, I'll go do that.
[ He let go and moved to go over and order breakfast for them.]
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[He likes that, the idea of being entrusted with Jason’s secrets, especially when it’s something like this. Tim’s reluctant to let Jason go, but uses the necessary parting as an opportunity to slip to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a gentle hand at Jason’s shoulder to silently announce himself. There’s no worse idea than sneaking up behind Jason - that’s a good way to get an elbow to the face.]
I’ll have to phone the concierge next, see if they can send up a sewing kit.
[It’s murmured into the side of Jason’s neck, followed with a kiss.]