timkon- someone gets sick? Hope you're feeling well soooon uvu loves you a lotttt <333333
Thank you for the prompt! ♥ This might be one of the cheesiest things existing without having any actual cheese in it.
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Tim sneezes, three times in a row, and so far, beingsick in Smallville, Kansas, has been more educational than he has expected itto be. He’s convinced Kon is a genie now, without doubts, if there are genieswho can be summoned by sneezes in threes and always (always) appear carrying anunopened pack of scented tissues when they emerge.
(He’ll have to ask Oracle, later.)
“Kansas is out of tissues,” Kon announces, joking andTim blows his nose in answer (deepening the Kansas paper tissue crisis 2016,just a bit more), his nose red raw, scratched dry, stuffed to the point Tim can’trecognize Kon’s home’s scent anymore, can’t tell their detergents apart and somethingbesides the wet cough weights down on his chest, like he’s lost more than airand a lot (a lot) of snot.
“I didn’t know Kansas had a death flu going on when I wasflying over,” he complains.
“And you’d think that breathing all that polluted air inGotham would make you immune to pretty much anything,” Kon says, throws the damp, crumpled tissue away, wipes his fingerson his jeans (gross) and then pauses, thinking. “Actually, it makes perfectsense that you got sick.”
“And I can’t even complain about how the fresh andclean air here burns if I can barely breathe at all. Sucks.”
“Good thing is I can’t catch whatever it is you have.”Kon smiles, his fingers find the back of Tim’s neck, buried in the pillows,find his impossibly rumpled hair, never to be untangled again, his drying lipsand tired brows, the touches spark might’vebeen’s, things Tim has misplaced his strength for, he can’t even flyhimself home.
