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Yeah...Hawk’s taken me dancing there a few times.

[ It’s fine with a date, but when he shows up there without one, he tends to find one anyway. A stranger, a temporary comfort that turns sour in the light of day. He hasn’t sought out anything like that in months, at least – there's no need, while he’s content with the relationships in his life. Hawk and Koby and Quentin will all be there for him if he needs it.

Like now. Tim snuggles in closer still, laying his head on Koby’s shoulder. Not as roomy as what he’s used to, but cozy and calm, exactly what he needs. ]

I would have complained the second the clothes came off. Ruined everyone’s fun. I’ve got a new lookalike, it would have been embarrassing.

[kobes]

Do you dance the same way I've seen you dance before? When you're tequila-tipsy?

[Koby's been the same, for the most part -- the crew, Tim, Quentin making up the center of his world, though a few other entanglements have experienced some...development lately. Case in point:]

You do, yes. I met him at breakfast the other day. He's very...effusive. [Charming, noisy, confidence projected to cover something, something that perplexed and compelled Koby.] But nice. I think you might get along, actually.

[holyposition]

Nastier.

[ He says with a laugh, which is...not pleasant, given the bruises around his neck. And so it's followed by a groan, as he nestles further into Koby's shoulder, like a puppy stomping on a pillow until it's perfect. ]

He's too much. I could barely handle Anthony, and he was...quiet.