The bandage around Tim’s neck didn’t go unnoticed. Though his eyes had lingered on it, he decided not to comment on it yet. As tense as the moment felt, Tim didn’t seem hurt, so he pushed aside his curiosity and focused on getting changed so he could return to the comfortable sofas as quickly as possible.
Though he also preferred to take a shower after patrol, he felt he had kept his brothers waiting for long enough. So he rinsed off his face and ran a hand through his hair, let out a slow, steadying breath and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats. He also had a small smile on when he returned, and decided to fold himself onto the rug in front of the coffee table, facing where Tim and Jason were snuggled together on the sofa. There was a beat where he just looked at them, his inquisitive gaze sweeping across Jason and Tim’s expressions.
He looked down at the untouched paper bag and pulled out a small assortment of snacks, including decadent chocolate chip cookies. There was already a mug of hot chocolate set out for him, sitting there still steaming on the table. He figured they’d been watching the time, predicting when to pour to keep it still warm when he arrived.
How sweet.
“Thought chocolate should go with chocolate,” he said, sighing after he sipped the hot chocolate, his nerves tensing through his shoulders before he let them drop. He caused this. He needed to own up and fix this, and no amount of sweets was going to make it better. So he steeled his gaze and started talking.
“I’m sorry. Tonight’s on me. I reacted without thinking. I just…assumed.” He paused, looked between his brothers. Finally, vulnerability creeped into his eyes, drawing his brows together. “I…guess it’s just been building all week. I had all these theories about what you were getting up to, Tim, and when I saw you on him, Jason, I got—scared. Mad.”
It hurt to admit. His eyes casted down to the mug of hot chocolate, and he said his next word softly. What did it matter anymore? They deserved to know.
no subject
Though he also preferred to take a shower after patrol, he felt he had kept his brothers waiting for long enough. So he rinsed off his face and ran a hand through his hair, let out a slow, steadying breath and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats. He also had a small smile on when he returned, and decided to fold himself onto the rug in front of the coffee table, facing where Tim and Jason were snuggled together on the sofa. There was a beat where he just looked at them, his inquisitive gaze sweeping across Jason and Tim’s expressions.
He looked down at the untouched paper bag and pulled out a small assortment of snacks, including decadent chocolate chip cookies. There was already a mug of hot chocolate set out for him, sitting there still steaming on the table. He figured they’d been watching the time, predicting when to pour to keep it still warm when he arrived.
How sweet.
“Thought chocolate should go with chocolate,” he said, sighing after he sipped the hot chocolate, his nerves tensing through his shoulders before he let them drop. He caused this. He needed to own up and fix this, and no amount of sweets was going to make it better. So he steeled his gaze and started talking.
“I’m sorry. Tonight’s on me. I reacted without thinking. I just…assumed.” He paused, looked between his brothers. Finally, vulnerability creeped into his eyes, drawing his brows together. “I…guess it’s just been building all week. I had all these theories about what you were getting up to, Tim, and when I saw you on him, Jason, I got—scared. Mad.”
It hurt to admit. His eyes casted down to the mug of hot chocolate, and he said his next word softly. What did it matter anymore? They deserved to know.
“Jealous. I fucked up.”