I…Tony, you’re nothing like him. I just….can’t stand him talking about Jamie like that. I’m sorry if what I said hurt you..It wasn’t directed at you. I didn’t mean it. -glances away;
It was all true. *he reaches out to ruffle Tim’s hair.* Except the part about me enjoying it.
-pulls Tony into a hug; I know. I know you don’t. You try so hard. And no one else sees it.
*he lays a warm kiss to the top of Tim’s head. Here was someone that he had cut down, used and treated so poorly. Someone who had weathered his benders, his depressions, his manic fits. And still Tim was here.* You’re crazy. *it’s rough hewn affection.*
Yeah. I know that too. -He said softly and glances up at Tony, he still has the same look of unfaltering admiration as before;
Tony, when you were gone…something happened. And I won’t go into that, but you, the memory of you, was the only thing that got me out of it. You drive me crazy, but you have to know how much I care about you… -leans up and presses a sweet kiss to his cheek lightly;
*He wants to ask, to pry and go fix all of his stupid mistakes. Tony wants to grovel, to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness for always being gone. It was like every day made him closer to Howard. But instead, he nods.*
I know kiddo, I know. *he pats Tim’s cheek, hoping that the light touch would be enough to convey what he couldn’t find the words for.*