[ Harry's closes his eyes, and he wonders where his head goes, but he doesn't try. Tim just leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead, and keeps talking, pulling his focus back. ]

Hawk used to take me there. The only place other than our apartments where we could even hint at knowing each other beyond just colleagues. I got to know one of the employees, Frankie. He sang dressed as a woman, with a woman who was dressed as a man. He's a really nice guy, he gave me some advice I should have paid better attention to.

[ or maybe he's just fine the way he is. The Cozy Corner feels a world away now, along with all the petty dramas he was upset about back then. ]

Anyway. He loves this song. Guess I'm feeling nostalgic.