@lanternslit
kon is all crackling energy and burnt ozone when he comes pushing through the door to the teen titans base like he owns it. it’s been a solid week since he’s been around, at least, caught up trying to settle something with superman and supergirl. (he’ll pass on the next reunion, thanks.) kon will be damned before he says it, but he’s missed this place. just, comparatively. it’s better than any other place that will have him.
he cocks his head, listening for tim through the walls. “where’s tim?” he asks, and the disinterested shrug of bart’s shoulders in answer has kon clenching his teeth. with all his security, there’s no way tim doesn’t know kon’s here. he’s just being a pain, not at least giving a little sound so kon can pinpoint him. the echoes of his heartbeat drag kon up one flight of stairs, then another, a third, a fourth. he wonders if there’s something that’s been laced through the walls to throw off kon’s hearing, or if tim is being exceptionally quiet. he can’t exactly hide, though, kon is drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
“no welcome back party, huh?” kon asks when he finds the right room, finally. “didn’t miss me?” he lingers at the entrance, leaning languidly against the door frame. he’s itching, already, to crowd tim’s space, mouth at the skin just over his pulse where his heart beats the strongest.
