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[It's... weird to have Jonah at a loss.]

Right. I mean, we can just see if my natural warmth is enough? Or does anything? Is it an excuse to hug you? Maybe. Is it also science? Absolutely not.

As long as we take down the results it can be considered science.

[But he just watches Tim before scooting a little closer.]

And you know you can just ask to hug me if you want.

[A warm, familiar arm slides around Jonah.]

Mm. Lets make this a formal request, then. [As if he wasn't already halfway there.]

Oh, formal? Well.

[He leans into him, both arms getting around Tim's shoulders.]

It puts me in good standing, in case I take liberties.

[Yeah. Yeah that's perfect. He turns into the embrace, the heat still in the range of 'a warm bed in the morning.' Those lips are tempting but the twist of - both of them trapped in the Lonely means it's a close, clutching hug first.]

I see.

[He leans into him, wanting that warmth, not realizing how cold he'd gotten. Tightens his embrace.]

[His fingers curl lightly into Jonah's hair, and he sets his chin on Jonah's shoulder.

It IS cold... ]

[The scar is so cold. But Tim is warm and it's welcome. It's easy settling like this.]

...That does feel nice.

[So cold, almost demands he pull back and give space. He curls a bit closer.]

I'm glad... So, you don't mind a little while like this?

...No, I don't mind. Not like this.

Good.

I do rather like this. You know, in general. Spooky ice patch aside.

You really are a hopeless romantic. Complete with cuddling instincts that must be sated.

Absolutely not and I can prove it.

[Try me, Sims.]

Oh can you. Fine, I'd like to see it.

It's a matter of delineation. See, if I was a hopeless romantic... I think it would be more like this.

[He lets go of Jonah if just to lean back against the arm of the couch. And if Jonah is agreeable, will tug him to lay back against Tim's chest, arms wrapping around from behind.]

Much more on the hopeless side.

[Jonah doesnt let himself Know what Tim is doing, but follows the tug and lord. That's.. A bit different than a hug or leaning on another.]

I don't see how this constituted the descriptor "hopeless".

[It does mean, even with the high difference, Tim's lips brush Jonah's ear as he answers.]

Oh, is there something else I should add?

[Hoo boy. There is no not-compromising way to lay here with Tim, shifting to get comfortable.]

N-no.

[THAT SURE IS SHIFTING.]

Temperature check. We can go back to a more lazy draping.

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I'm fine, Tim. I kind of am already lazy draping on you.

I'm glad.

[His hands slide down a little to settle a bit more comfortably. And tone ticks back into that warmly teasing range.]

It would be a shame to cut off the experiment early. Hmm, more hopeless though. I suppose it's also just a good angle to get at the neck and the shoulders.

[If he were his younger counterpart, he'd have some Words to say about the obvious double talk, the shameless flirting even if it is Tim. But honestly... Jonah's a bit tired. And he does love Tim. The fight against all honest affection is a bit out of him these days.]

Oh, you think so? We haven't tested distance measurements.

[And well... if there's an anathema for the Lonely...]

A very salient point.

[There's a brush of Tim's hair, a tightening of his hands, the warm play of breath............... and. there is a laugh when it's ACTUALLY not as great of an angle.]

Okay yeah, scootch up a bit there.

Right, right.

[He's laughing lightly against wherever his face ended up against Tim (collarbone) before he moves to scoot up a bit.]