That asshole is at the show. Bob can feel him looking from the back of the crowd, which is why he knows who it is even before he turns; most people are there to watch the band, not gawk at the sound guy.
He finds him later at the bar.
"The band sounds good," Tim says, sliding a beer over to Bob. Unspoken: the drummer is shit, and you're better. Bob has always known how to read Tim.
"Thanks," Bob says. What he doesn't say: it's been two years, dickhead. But thanks for resurfacing now, it's good to have friends. Tim probably gets that without him saying it. Probably.
"You missed me, huh?" Yeah, Tim gets it.
"Nah," Bob says. "You're way too uppity, it gets a man down."
Tim smirks. He's good at that. The first time Bob met him, at some kind of to-do for meta-powered high-school kids who didn't want to be superheroes; he'd been pretending to be a telepath from old-money New England. The evening had ended with them using Bob's newfound pyrotechnical ability to start fires all over, and Bob was pretty sure Tim had been severely reprimanded for that. It had been the beginning of a pretty beautiful friendship, though.
Then Tim shakes himself, and looks at Bob properly. "I did miss you," he says, and sounds very honest for Tim. "I--" and he reaches out, touching at Bob's jaw.
Bob swallows. "Really?" Are we finally doing this? Are we--
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Date: 2010-11-28 11:05 pm (UTC)That asshole is at the show. Bob can feel him looking from the back of the crowd, which is why he knows who it is even before he turns; most people are there to watch the band, not gawk at the sound guy.
He finds him later at the bar.
"The band sounds good," Tim says, sliding a beer over to Bob. Unspoken: the drummer is shit, and you're better. Bob has always known how to read Tim.
"Thanks," Bob says. What he doesn't say: it's been two years, dickhead. But thanks for resurfacing now, it's good to have friends. Tim probably gets that without him saying it. Probably.
"You missed me, huh?" Yeah, Tim gets it.
"Nah," Bob says. "You're way too uppity, it gets a man down."
Tim smirks. He's good at that. The first time Bob met him, at some kind of to-do for meta-powered high-school kids who didn't want to be superheroes; he'd been pretending to be a telepath from old-money New England. The evening had ended with them using Bob's newfound pyrotechnical ability to start fires all over, and Bob was pretty sure Tim had been severely reprimanded for that. It had been the beginning of a pretty beautiful friendship, though.
Then Tim shakes himself, and looks at Bob properly. "I did miss you," he says, and sounds very honest for Tim. "I--" and he reaches out, touching at Bob's jaw.
Bob swallows. "Really?" Are we finally doing this? Are we--
Tim kisses him. I guess we are.