ohhi. his face warmed up at the fresh contact. aww he’s comfy.
“That works too.” Adjusting slightly, leaning into the cushions of the couch, as well as the others’ presence.
It’s not doomed if Tim would do the same in return. Leaning against him, just to rest his head on his shoulder.
“Nah, nah. I can find a movie—“
Already flipping through channels.
If Tim asked him to, he would. He’d do just about anything he asked of him… Yeah, he’s. So doomed.
“Huh? Oh, no, uh. Sorry, this is fine. The news is great.” !!!!!
Just like Jay. He shifts a little, uncomfortable. He can’t ask him not to talk about them, not without explaining everything and sounding crazy, but.
Whatever. He nods at that, trying to also ignore the minimal space between them. He’s cool. He’s amazing, even.
“Yeah, I can
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Him and his Tim. They- well.
That was a while ago,,
Brian turns to the tv, quietly
noting how close they were. Cool. He’s normal. “Yeah… I guess we watch that too. I mean, I do normally, but Al’ keeps taps on it more than me. I guess his old apartment burned down,
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…His expression brightened. “Dude, yes. God, I can’t remember the last time I watched something that wasn’t one of those stupid tapes!” Just like old times.
Aww. He nods at that, face going pink. It’s a little embarrassing— living normally. As if he could ever. As if anyone could, after what happened.
“..yeah.”
…Sitting next to Him. Respectfully. “Well. Gotta say, you’ve got a nice place here,” Brian spoke up, turning to face Tim. “Seems like you really, uh. Are… Settled?” Words are hard. His brow furrows, thinking. “Y’know. Living normally. Uh. Shoot. You know what I mean.”
A tour? Of what? His messy ass home? Tim shakes his head. Do not go into his bedroom. Or.. basement? But why would you go into the basement, why would
“The bathroom is the first door on the left down that hall. That’s about it, besides the.. uh. Closet. My bedroom.”
“O, okay.”
Just. standing in the living room, looking around. It was a pretty cozy place, all things considered. And it was already more spacious than half the hotel rooms he and Alex had visited;;
he turned back to stim once he returned,
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Huh. Tim doesn’t have any water bottles. Maybe.
“Just.. wait in the living room.”
Taking it from the tap for him. He’s so sweet. Walking over with a cup ( some reusable from the same barbecue joint ) for him.
Maybe Tim was speeding. Maybe time passes faster here. Who knows. Don’t jump out of the car.
Shuffling to the door. Don’t mind the mess when you get inside. Don’t mind the mess—
“Do you.. uh. Want a water?”
He’s Trying.
They arrive faster than he’s expecting. That’s alright. He’s honestly relieved they’d made it so quickly.
“Allllrighty!” Hopping out of the car. Yay!
Please do not jump out of the car. That would be horrifying. Tim drives on.
Just.. stay there. Be normal. As normal as you can be. Okay? He parks outside of his home awhile later. Just stay.
“We’re here.”
Maybe. Hopefully.
He’s still… Scared. Really scared, of hurting Tim, or- worse, being the reason Tim gets sick *again. Ruining his life all over again.
If he thought about it too hard, he would start feeling a little… Nauseous? Might jump out of the car. Let’s not do that.
Okay man. You win with your gay stuff.. he nods at him, finally turning on the long stretch of back roads to the farm. One must wonder when Brian will give in and move there with him. One day..
“Can’t.”
Hardly noticeable. Tim wouldn’t even know Brian was into him ever. Nope. He was very good at hiding it. He laughs a little at his response.
“Maybe you’re just too shy about it, then.”
he can hardly help himself. Brian had a VERY small, hardly noticeable crush on Tim, after all.
“…Yeah?”
Blushing a bit himself. “I can’t believe you did it first.”
Wow. WOOOW. Tim nods as he drives, trying to ignore the growing flush on his face. Maybe it was a bad idea to invite him over. Maybe it won’t stop here. This flirt.
“Yeah. I.. yeah. I couldn’t either.”