“I would rather have you than boobs ok.”
The way the comment is worded, Tim could easily make a joke, ask if Brad ever wanted boobs or something just as lame. Instead he takes the words for what they were supposed to be and smiles, taking comfort. He worries sometimes, about Brad wanting…not him. He tries not to think that way but sometimes, after years of being the back up, his anxieties get the better of him.
It had been a stupid question, one fueled by half asleep thoughts. Almost as dangerous as the ones that came when he was alone for too long. ‘Wouldn’t you rather be with a woman?’ They had fallen together completely by accident. “I would too..rather have you, I mean.” Tucking his head under Brad’s chin, Tim tangles their legs together, let’s himself be held and wonders why he’d ever shied away from this touch. “I shouldn’t have asked that.” He whispers in to the dark, to himself and Brad. An apology in its softness.