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prodigyrobin ([personal profile] prodigyrobin) wrote2019-04-18 11:01 am
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for @nocostumesuper

As much as Tim wanted to occupy literally all of Kon's time since his friend had returned, he knew it had to be disorienting coming back from Death. Did he regret it? Maybe. Would he do it again? Absolutely. Ever since Kon died, Tim's life went down hill without him. He spent every waking minute missing him, and even the ones asleep. His pillows smelled like him. It was like an obsession. Kon hadn't deserved to die. Tim could reverse it. He was a genius wasn't he? If he didn't put it to use then what was the point. Now Kon was back with him where he belonged, but Tim was exhausted.

Titan's tower was quiet, and his bedroom was dark. He let Kon reunite with the others as much as he wanted, but Tim was done with the public for a while. He often got into those moods. He lie in bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and his forearm resting on his forehead as he stared up at the ceiling. Things had gotten so complicated...Was this what love was? That heart breaking experience where if you weren't with that person you felt like your world was going to crumble? He had a lot on his mind. Too much pent up energy to sleep. He was physically drained.

His door was cracked a little to let in just a sliver of light from the hall.
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[personal profile] nocostumesuper 2019-04-21 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Voices could be heard out in the hall a few moments before footsteps. Three people by the sounds of it, ones laughing about something. When they got closer the voices would be identifiable...Bart, Gar, and Kon. They stopped not far from Tim's door and there were some parting words before two of those people continued down the hall. There was a small delay before the third started moving again and Tim would probably be able to tell it was Kon. The clone stopped in front of Tim's open door and knocked.

"Tim? I know you're awake in ther-" he started, stopping when he knock made the door open more. He shot the door an almost betrayed look, standing there in the hall with a pair of party hats on his head like horns. Probably Bart's fault. "Uh..."
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