[ Tim looks up at him with nothing less than adoration, the thin sheen of sweat and disorderly state of his hair no issue to him when all his focus is on this lovely man. This lovely, attentive, gentle man, the type of person Tim would love if he knew what was good for him. ]
I am.
[ He rubs his ankle against Harry's leg, little affectionate gestures to make him comfortable, too. ]
no subject
I am.
[ He rubs his ankle against Harry's leg, little affectionate gestures to make him comfortable, too. ]
Don't be nervous. I want you, Harry.