[lincoln makes contented bird sounds, tucking her head beneath tim’s chin, as befits a beloved friend and companion to her human ward. koby’s eyebrows tick up at bob’s name, the unmistakable expression he makes when his mental stringboard needs some rapid updating.]
Ohhhh, I see. [his own experience with bob had been enjoyable, pleasant, and koby carries genuine affection there, as for any of his entanglements, but – they’re focusing on tim’s relationships, his own tangled threads that defy the simplicity of notes. tim’s opinions don’t need to be logical for koby to hear or understand them – that’s never been a requirement. it’s tim. he doesn’t need to make sense.
so, settling in against tim’s side, resting his cheek on his shoulder:] I know you didn’t mean it that way. And I imagine it was hard enough, asking that, even before he got annoyed. [a raised eyebrow, looking up at tim over the tops of his glasses.] You’re going to have to tell me what you mean by “starting over”, though, or I’ll draw my own conclusions.
[then, while tim finds his response, koby pulls out his phone, queuing up a song at random.] That’s why I told her post-1950s. So they’d be new.
[ ’Oh, I see.’ Code for Koby likes the guy, has probably slept with the guy, and is making the tactful decision to keep that to himself. Tim huffs, but it’s amused moreso than it’s annoyed, because it’s wholly unsurprising, the only real question being who tops. Rock paper scissors, loser has to?
Not that it’s any of his business. ]
I mean, he’s taking me out for dinner. We’re gonna take things slow and not complicate things with sex for a while.
[ Because it turns Tim into an idiot, and he wants to do it right this time. ]
Oh, I know her. Have you heard What’s Love Got To Do With It? It’s a good one.
[koby knows that shift of amusement and curiosity, knocks his shoulder lightly into tim’s in response, deflecting with an eyeroll. they can talk about his exploits later; update tim on the unofficial spreadsheet when they’re done talking.
because the topic is an important one, getting two eyebrows ticked up, high, chin lifting so he can look intently at tim.] So he’s – courting you? Wooing you? [the delight in his voice is unmistakable.]
I haven’t, no. Play that one next. [koby nudges the phone into tim’s hands, tucking his own under the blankets and snuggling closer – he doesn’t like the cold, hasn’t ever, especially not after two long, snowy, miserable winters.]
[ He knows it's probably a relief to Koby, as conflict averse as he is. Tim had never asked him to stop being friends with Hawk or anything so drastic, but he likes things in their place, and he likes people happy. The delight is sweet, and relieving to Tim, too, that he doesn't sigh or roll his eyes. His smile curls at the corner of his mouth, and he reaches for a wine glass. ]
Yeah. That's the idea. Date like normal people. Reconnect emotionally, prove that we can still be good for each other.
[conflict feels heavy, an overcast day, especially on tim’s bright, sunshiney yellow aura – koby’s learning to allow it, as out of his control as clouds, but it aches when he can feel it in his friends. and he wants to believe things can get better, that hawk and tim can navigate the pain and the history they carry, can learn to balance it with the chance they have to be together.
he wants there to be such a thing as happy ever after. koby passes over the glass, taking the other for himself and sipping at it, meditatively.] Dates are fun, too. You get to do fun things and not – you know. [another sip.] Just try to solve murders and stuff like that.
[it’s not quite been long enough that it doesn’t sting, jabbing somewhere beneath koby’s ribs, and he hooks his free arm through tim’s, someone to hold onto, to center himself with.] I think it’s a good idea. A good – strategy. [soldier to soldier respect.]
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Date: 2025-12-23 05:16 am (UTC)Ohhhh, I see. [his own experience with bob had been enjoyable, pleasant, and koby carries genuine affection there, as for any of his entanglements, but – they’re focusing on tim’s relationships, his own tangled threads that defy the simplicity of notes. tim’s opinions don’t need to be logical for koby to hear or understand them – that’s never been a requirement. it’s tim. he doesn’t need to make sense.
so, settling in against tim’s side, resting his cheek on his shoulder:] I know you didn’t mean it that way. And I imagine it was hard enough, asking that, even before he got annoyed. [a raised eyebrow, looking up at tim over the tops of his glasses.] You’re going to have to tell me what you mean by “starting over”, though, or I’ll draw my own conclusions.
[then, while tim finds his response, koby pulls out his phone, queuing up a song at random.] That’s why I told her post-1950s. So they’d be new.
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Date: 2025-12-29 07:22 pm (UTC)Not that it’s any of his business. ]
I mean, he’s taking me out for dinner. We’re gonna take things slow and not complicate things with sex for a while.
[ Because it turns Tim into an idiot, and he wants to do it right this time. ]
Oh, I know her. Have you heard What’s Love Got To Do With It? It’s a good one.
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Date: 2025-12-31 04:24 am (UTC)because the topic is an important one, getting two eyebrows ticked up, high, chin lifting so he can look intently at tim.] So he’s – courting you? Wooing you? [the delight in his voice is unmistakable.]
I haven’t, no. Play that one next. [koby nudges the phone into tim’s hands, tucking his own under the blankets and snuggling closer – he doesn’t like the cold, hasn’t ever, especially not after two long, snowy, miserable winters.]
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Date: 2025-12-31 06:23 am (UTC)Yeah. That's the idea. Date like normal people. Reconnect emotionally, prove that we can still be good for each other.
[ He'll stick it in the queue. ]
It should be good for us. Getting back to basics.
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Date: 2026-01-01 06:19 am (UTC)he wants there to be such a thing as happy ever after. koby passes over the glass, taking the other for himself and sipping at it, meditatively.] Dates are fun, too. You get to do fun things and not – you know. [another sip.] Just try to solve murders and stuff like that.
[it’s not quite been long enough that it doesn’t sting, jabbing somewhere beneath koby’s ribs, and he hooks his free arm through tim’s, someone to hold onto, to center himself with.] I think it’s a good idea. A good – strategy. [soldier to soldier respect.]