My preemptive apologies for not knowing nearly enough about DCU canon to do this justice. Like, at all.
"You're doing it again."
Tim lifts his head out of his hands and turns around to look at Kon. "What?" He winces at his tone. Really, he used to be able to sound calm even when he wasn't.
Kon's lounging on Tim's bed, keeping a pillow hovering in the air. Tim thinks he's going to throw the pillow at him, but instead, Kon sits up, looking unusually serious.
"You're doing it again. Like, you caught the guy. He's not gonna hurt anybody else, so why are you still looking at the file?"
Tim closes his eyes briefly and opens them again. "I have to make sure I don't make the same mistake next time."
"Oh, for--" and then Kon yanks on the chair, tipping Tim out, and then yanking him onto the bed. Tim only has time to think, Damn, he's gotten fast, but his surprise doesn't mean he isn't ready to break the grip the second Kon puts him down on the bed.
But he subsides and relaxes when Kon puts a hand on his wrist. He knows that look, it's the lie-the-fuck-still-or-I'll-get-mad look, and while he's not scared of it, he hasn't had Kon back for all that long. So he exercises some patience, waiting for Kon to speak.
"You need to sleep," Kon says, and Tim blinks in surprise. "You need to sleep, because normally, you would have noticed me being about to do that and dodged. So lie still, okay? We're gonna cuddle."
And Tim's stuck there on his back, Superboy half on top of him, arm across his body. He can't do this, he has simulations left to run--
"Stop thinking," Kon says, mouth on Tim's shoulder.
Tim supposes he can maybe do that. Just for a little while. This bed (Kon) is really warm, and, yeah. That. He takes a deep breath and then another one, and, yeah.
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Date: 2009-08-25 11:08 am (UTC)"You're doing it again."
Tim lifts his head out of his hands and turns around to look at Kon. "What?" He winces at his tone. Really, he used to be able to sound calm even when he wasn't.
Kon's lounging on Tim's bed, keeping a pillow hovering in the air. Tim thinks he's going to throw the pillow at him, but instead, Kon sits up, looking unusually serious.
"You're doing it again. Like, you caught the guy. He's not gonna hurt anybody else, so why are you still looking at the file?"
Tim closes his eyes briefly and opens them again. "I have to make sure I don't make the same mistake next time."
"Oh, for--" and then Kon yanks on the chair, tipping Tim out, and then yanking him onto the bed. Tim only has time to think, Damn, he's gotten fast, but his surprise doesn't mean he isn't ready to break the grip the second Kon puts him down on the bed.
But he subsides and relaxes when Kon puts a hand on his wrist. He knows that look, it's the lie-the-fuck-still-or-I'll-get-mad look, and while he's not scared of it, he hasn't had Kon back for all that long. So he exercises some patience, waiting for Kon to speak.
"You need to sleep," Kon says, and Tim blinks in surprise. "You need to sleep, because normally, you would have noticed me being about to do that and dodged. So lie still, okay? We're gonna cuddle."
And Tim's stuck there on his back, Superboy half on top of him, arm across his body. He can't do this, he has simulations left to run--
"Stop thinking," Kon says, mouth on Tim's shoulder.
Tim supposes he can maybe do that. Just for a little while. This bed (Kon) is really warm, and, yeah. That. He takes a deep breath and then another one, and, yeah.