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Oh you think so? A second test of the theory?

It's just proper science.

[And this time? Leans down, pulling him just a little bit closer for a proper kiss.]

[It's easier to go along on this, knowing that it's shared now. Warmer than it has any right to be without burning. One hand moves to hold his cheek and keep him close.]

[There may be times when the passion gets out of hand and it's more of a sting, but right now, it's just that side of warm. While not deep, it's a series of lingering kisses, enjoying this moment as it's occurred.]

Promising. [He murmurs.]

'Promising', he says.

[Like that wasn't possibly the sappiest he's ever seen Tim in his life. He knows it's a bit different from his hookups, something softer. More in line with how he was with Sasha before she made her choice, but sweet all the same.

He huffs once, tucking his forehead to Tim's shoulder.]

And what would give cause for a higher rating, then?

[Warm (feverishly warm) fingers slip over the top of Jonah's hair, grazing his ear.]

I think we'll just have to figure that out.

[Sure, there were lines and boundaries to feel through, the inevitable transgressions and backpeddling- the messy parts of the relationship ahead, but right now? Right now, in the glow of the lights, the smell of something spiced in the other room, the ghost of the last kiss on his lips in some phantom pressure... He felt utterly spoiled and more than a little absurdly relieved.]

I suppose so.

[He catches his breath, something about a hand in his hair always stops his heart a beat or so, unexpected and gentle. It's a good start, at least.]

We've got a lot of time to work it out.

Right? Probably a real long time.

[That was a thought... Another time. Definitely not today.]

Good side is we're unlikely to ever be bored.

That is true. There's... Always going to be something to do.

[Snickers. Because sometimes you're 12.]

What did I say.

Nothing. Nothing. [He laughs and leans in, snagging another good and solid kiss.]

I'm just looking forward to it.

Tim stoker, I would guess you are a romantic if I didn't know better.

[He isn't complaining though.]

Good thing you don't know better.

You're absolutely right, I don't. That must be why I'm here with you now.

You never could put down a mystery.

Clearly, it's exactly what I'm doing right.

Clearly.

How are you holding up with everything else?

I go from successfully not thinking about it to it's all I can think about.

You?

...I'm not sure. I'm- There's a lot. And a lot of it I'll admit I'm a bit terrified of.

But then we have moments like this and it's... Worth the fear for now.

[Good lord, what a sentiment. He leans a little on the other man.]

If I'm a romantic, you're the softest man I know under all of those quills.

[Uugghhhhhh Tim.]

Only after being thoroughly tenderize by four years of almost dying.

Yeeaaaah that.

...

I'm really glad you're here. Right now, with us.

[He exhales deeply, smiling at him and the others.]

I am too. I wasn't sure at first but.. I'm glad I have the chance to stop it all before it gets worse.

I mean, that too.

[He lets out a deep breath and sinks a bit into the cushions. Jonah against him, the sights and smells of the holidays. The burble of conversation filling the house...]

I can't even imagine it. The situation you described. I mean, I can, but I can't.

... Hopefully you'll never have to. It's... Mind bogglingly huge in scope, and I think if I wasn't what I am, I wouldn't be able to properly comprehend it all.