[ Before the half hour is through, he'll do just that.
Tim knocks to announce his presence, but does as he's instructed and lets himself in without waiting for Quentin. He's dressed more casually than he usually is when he's out and about - no jacket or tie, the cross that's usually around his neck already removed and placed snugly in his pocket - but more than the sailor's likely been used to, creeping into Koby's room in the middle of the night while Tim's been crashing there. The strangeness of the arrangement hasn't quite faded for him, but rather, he's learning to embrace it, accepting that he has so much more to learn about what desire looks like when it isn't shaped by one specific person. ]
Hey.
[ His heart's been heavy, and his moments of solitude dark, but the moments he's been allowed to intrude (invited, welcomed, they've both stressed repeatedly) on Quentin and Koby's whatever-they're-calling-it have given him enough to float on to keep his head above the water. He's grateful for it, all that gentleness and acceptance that seems to come completely without conditions, but that's not always what he needs. Penance is more powerful than coddling.
Anticipation buzzing underneath his skin, Tim closes the gap between them and offers Quentin a kiss, as sweet as always, at least for the next few seconds. ]
Are you sure you can do this? If you're too sweet it'll defeat the purpose.
[ Looking up at him and chewing at his own lip. It almost sounds like a challenge. ]
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Tim knocks to announce his presence, but does as he's instructed and lets himself in without waiting for Quentin. He's dressed more casually than he usually is when he's out and about - no jacket or tie, the cross that's usually around his neck already removed and placed snugly in his pocket - but more than the sailor's likely been used to, creeping into Koby's room in the middle of the night while Tim's been crashing there. The strangeness of the arrangement hasn't quite faded for him, but rather, he's learning to embrace it, accepting that he has so much more to learn about what desire looks like when it isn't shaped by one specific person. ]
Hey.
[ His heart's been heavy, and his moments of solitude dark, but the moments he's been allowed to intrude (invited, welcomed, they've both stressed repeatedly) on Quentin and Koby's whatever-they're-calling-it have given him enough to float on to keep his head above the water. He's grateful for it, all that gentleness and acceptance that seems to come completely without conditions, but that's not always what he needs. Penance is more powerful than coddling.
Anticipation buzzing underneath his skin, Tim closes the gap between them and offers Quentin a kiss, as sweet as always, at least for the next few seconds. ]
Are you sure you can do this? If you're too sweet it'll defeat the purpose.
[ Looking up at him and chewing at his own lip. It almost sounds like a challenge. ]