God. He should not be reading so much into that. Bad. No. But Jeff does smell like poptarts, and Tim inhales the sharp sting of alcohol. And here's the deal, for all of a Family Values Man that Jack Drake had been, Tim had never worried about this. To be fair though, Tim hadn't thought a lot of important things through back then. (what the everloving hell is he doing, thinking about his dad right now?)
It seems disrespectful, the mechanical, physical response. Tim Wayne, Seen Entering Bonnie's for New Beau: Exclusive! End of the Line for Gotham's Drakes?
But this isn't Gotham City.
Tim doesn't care about the noise in his head, save for the light, sweet, bewitching tiny sound their lips make when they separate.
--cool.
Even the weight of every breath in his chest is welcome.
He's-- got an opening. Cool.
He can do this.
Tim blinks, as if Jeff's (god, he's sweet) smile is blinding. He places the can of sugar and caffeine on the floor and, as he straightens, gives an experimental tug at the hem of-- Jeff's... flowery thing. And there's noise in his head, but Tim doesn't care about it so he mirrors that grin, wolfish and boyish and "You did say you were going to impress me."
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It seems disrespectful, the mechanical, physical response. Tim Wayne, Seen Entering Bonnie's for New Beau: Exclusive! End of the Line for Gotham's Drakes?
But this isn't Gotham City.
Tim doesn't care about the noise in his head, save for the light, sweet, bewitching tiny sound their lips make when they separate.
--cool.
Even the weight of every breath in his chest is welcome.
He's-- got an opening. Cool.
He can do this.
Tim blinks, as if Jeff's (god, he's sweet) smile is blinding. He places the can of sugar and caffeine on the floor and, as he straightens, gives an experimental tug at the hem of-- Jeff's... flowery thing. And there's noise in his head, but Tim doesn't care about it so he mirrors that grin, wolfish and boyish and "You did say you were going to impress me."