[ His ears are hot, and the embarrassment of throwing stuff out there completely unprompted like this is a normal conversation to start casually.

In public.

Kon can’t get them somewhere else fast enough for Tim’s liking. ]

Please get me out of here. I’m still twigging because that’s what you’re supposed to say when someone’s in distress.

[ He’s so careful with his words. He didn’t tell Kon his name for well over a year. It’s not easy filtering out every precious personal detail; caution is carved into his very being. It’s like he’s been pantsed in a crowded room. ]

They’re giant feelings.

[ Not. He meant to say they’re not giant feelings, nor are they new, to try to make this more his choice and spin. ]

I mean they’re giant feelings!!

[ He has no control over his tongue at all. This is possibly the worst nonviolent thing that’s happened to him. Ever. ]

Can we focus on how I’m planning on middle age now? That came out right. We can talk about that.