[ He may have met his match, as earnestness goes. It’s a more raw and vulnerable admission than any Tim has ever made, and he feels the weight of it immediately. It’s a responsibility not to do anything to hurt this loving, sensitive man, and it’s a real hope, that this could be something real. Looking into his eyes, he just knows. Harry won’t cast him aside when he becomes inconvenient (as he will, as he always does) or waffle in his affections. He strikes true, and Tim believes every word. ]
The mess will prove it the second we get up. [ With a little giggle, already feeling it, the stickiness on the backs of his thighs. He can ignore it for a while longer. ] Let’s not, though. I could fall asleep right here.
[ Letting his eyes flutter closed against Harry’s collarbone, as if to prove it. ]
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The mess will prove it the second we get up. [ With a little giggle, already feeling it, the stickiness on the backs of his thighs. He can ignore it for a while longer. ] Let’s not, though. I could fall asleep right here.
[ Letting his eyes flutter closed against Harry’s collarbone, as if to prove it. ]