Tim rolled his eyes. Why did Conner care? Besides, why did Tim have to talk to Conner? Conner could have talked to him. “So what? Maybe it is bothering me. There’s nothing I can do about it. I’ll just keep going. You shouldn’t care.” He added a bat-glare, shooting it directly at Conner. It was bothering him. As if he didn’t feel bad enough, he had his friend kind of being a jerk to him.
Noticing Tim was glaring at him now, Conner suddenly felt guilty for snapping at him in the first place, so he tried to calm himself down a bit, not wanting to blurt out something stupid and reckless in the end if he couldn’t keep his self-control. Still, he wasn’t really happy about his friend giving him the cold shoulder. That dark and brooding side of his had been hard enough to get used to, but seeing the robin so resigned, surrendering to everything that had happened, was like a slap in the face. He knew Tim had never been much of a talker, always keeping everything to himself, but this time he’d really made him worry. “I care about you, whether you like it or not. You’re my friend, Tim. If there’s a way I can help you, you just need to let me know. There is always something you can do..” Conner lowered his voice, making it sound even more sincere than it already was. He reached out to touch Tim’s hand gently, his features softening as the look on his face became kind of hopeful.
Tim sighed. Sure, he and Conner had been best friends for a very long time. But…this seemed different. Since when did Conner care so much? Tim still couldn’t get over all the tragedy in his life. It was too hard and he’d always felt alone…well, until now. He blushed a deep red when Conner touched his hand, not pulling away and looking up at him, his charade of not caring completely gone. “I care about you too…” he whispered, afraid to make things awkward, but wanting Conner to know so much at that moment. “Would you-….Would you stay with me for a little bit?…We never talk anymore….I miss you,” he got out, while looking away, fearing his blush, if even possible, got darker.
As he met Tim’s eyes, Conner suddenly became very aware of the fact he was still pretty much holding his hand on the table. He let go immediately, drawing back his arm while wondering why he’d done something like this in the first place and feeling awkwardly embarrassed over it now. But there was no reason to be flustered, right? He’d just been trying to cheer the Robin up a little bit and even best friends were allowed to get touchy-feely in situations like this. No big deal. Not at all. So Conner tried to shrug it off and started thinking of a sarcastic reply instead, just some small witty remark to tease his best friend about his sudden sentimentality. Oddly enough nothing came to his mind and he caught himself nodding slightly instead, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Okay, so maybe it did feel good to know Tim also cared about and missed him.. maybe more than it should, even. “Uh, yeah- I mean, sure. I kinda missed you, too, so-..” Conner grinned sheepishly, but noticing Tim was looking away, he furrowed his brows, obviously concerned. “Hey, buddy.. you’re alright?”
Tim bit his lip, before turning back, grabbing Conner’s collar and pulling him into a kiss. What was he thinking? Ugh, he shouldn’t have did that. What would Conner think? Or worse…what would he do? He sighed after pulling away. “I’m…so, so, so sorry….” he apologized, the fear very clear in his eyes. In Tim’s mind, he hadn’t decided how he felt about Conner. But, in his heart….he knew. And, clearly his heart just took over his entire body. “I should go…”
Conner would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised of the sudden attack. Well, maybe ‘surprised’ was understating it a bit too much. He was completely stunned. Eyes widening in shock and confusion, body paralyzed as he caught his breath and tried to make any sense out of this, noticing his mind had already went blank at that time. Why in god’s name was his best friend kissing him? Conner knew he should be freaking out right now, but he actually felt quite calm while watching Tim pull away. No anger, just some kind of odd daze and warm feeling washing through his body. Was it possible that he’d actually enjoyed the kiss? No. This was his best friend. His confused best friend. As much as he cared about him, there was no way-.. “Tim.” he breathed, a small flush spreading over his nose. “Stay. Please.. it’s- it’s okay.” He caught the Robin by his wrist, bringing his free hand to the back of his neck, scrubbing it through his hair. “You’re- confused. A lot of things happened. Things that can mess with your mind.. You snapped and I won’t blame you for this. Let’s just- forget about it, okay?”