[When they originally met, Kon could have never expected that someday Tim would be screaming at the top of his lungs that he has big feelings, nor would he have ever guessed he'd be the subject of them. Not in a million years.]
[He flies them along quickly, dodging all the chaos. But there is a lot of chaos so he doesn't see the arrow coming, especially since the kid came from another direction than the one he flew off in.]
[It's magic so naturally it goes right through his teke shield and absorbs into his chest. It's clear he feels the same itch from the way he scratches his chest with his free hand.]
Aw, come on. Stupid magic.
[But other than rolling his eyes he's not excessively fussed over it. Whatever. They can still have a conversation and hopefully it'll wear off soon. If not, Jack can probably figure something out.]
[He goes back to the conversation.]
Look, I'm not telling you it'll good stuff because it's what I'm supposed to say. I'm telling you because I don't want you to be nervous I'll react badly when I'm about to get all Hallmark up in here instead.
[Kon doesn't blurt anything extra, as if he's not struggling that much with the compulsion. But maybe it's because he's not fighting it.]
[He gets them into their room and deposits Tim on the floor, closing the door behind them, but doesn't let go of his hand. Instead he leads him over to sit with him on the cozy little heavily cushioned window seat set in the bay window that looks out on the North Pole. The aurora dances its usual dance, reflecting on the ice. It's still night all the time. The sun won't rise again until the equinox.]
C'mere.
[He holds his arms open, welcoming him there, wanting to hold him and keep him grounded during something he knows is anxiety inducing.]
We should probably talk about this face to face but I want you to feel all secure and junk.
I know a Bat suddenly having all their feelings fall out over the floor is one of your worst nightmares. Your cowls are full of secrets.
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[He flies them along quickly, dodging all the chaos. But there is a lot of chaos so he doesn't see the arrow coming, especially since the kid came from another direction than the one he flew off in.]
[It's magic so naturally it goes right through his teke shield and absorbs into his chest. It's clear he feels the same itch from the way he scratches his chest with his free hand.]
Aw, come on. Stupid magic.
[But other than rolling his eyes he's not excessively fussed over it. Whatever. They can still have a conversation and hopefully it'll wear off soon. If not, Jack can probably figure something out.]
[He goes back to the conversation.]
Look, I'm not telling you it'll good stuff because it's what I'm supposed to say. I'm telling you because I don't want you to be nervous I'll react badly when I'm about to get all Hallmark up in here instead.
[Kon doesn't blurt anything extra, as if he's not struggling that much with the compulsion. But maybe it's because he's not fighting it.]
[He gets them into their room and deposits Tim on the floor, closing the door behind them, but doesn't let go of his hand. Instead he leads him over to sit with him on the cozy little heavily cushioned window seat set in the bay window that looks out on the North Pole. The aurora dances its usual dance, reflecting on the ice. It's still night all the time. The sun won't rise again until the equinox.]
C'mere.
[He holds his arms open, welcoming him there, wanting to hold him and keep him grounded during something he knows is anxiety inducing.]
We should probably talk about this face to face but I want you to feel all secure and junk.
I know a Bat suddenly having all their feelings fall out over the floor is one of your worst nightmares. Your cowls are full of secrets.