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11, jontim? 💛

jontim + things you said when you were drunk! <3

“I liked you, y’know.”

Jon blinks slowly and looks over at his companion. “What?”

Tim sets his drink down with a little too much flourish, beer spilling over the edge of the glass. It’s their first night out since Jon became Head Archivist, Tim had to practically drag him from the Archives. But it’s a nice, temperate night and Jon had been at it since seven am, so he makes only the weakest of protests. It’s just the two of them, Tim having waited until the others had left to make his request. They even went to Jon’s favorite bar- a tiny, out of the way place with only a few patrons and a nice, quiet atmosphere. And now, only two drinks in and Tim’s already sloshed, leaning heavily on the bar and scowling at his hands. He’s been unusually mopey for someone who wanted to go out.

“I liked you. Back in Research. Back before...all of this.” He makes a vague gesture at the air and refuses to meet Jon’s eyes. It makes him nervous.

“Well, I’d hope so. We’re friends.” But Tim said liked, and Jon’s heart sank a bit at that. Maybe this is some sort of ‘friend’ breakup. Is that a thing people do? Jon’s usually a ‘slowly grow distant and never speak to someone again’ type of man himself. Cutting off relationships can be very messy. He's rather not get into all that. And if that’s what this is, he prefers Tim just not tell him. He knows the move down to the archives has caused a bit of tension with Sasha, and she and Tim are close.

But Tim just rolls his eyes. “Don’t be obtuse. Liked, as in ‘stay the night at mine,’ yeah?”

Jon flushes at the words. Now he’s just not making any sense. “Tim, you know I don’t do that sort of thing-”

“Not that,” Tim groaned, slumping dangerously low on his bar stool. “Like, you could come over and we’d get shitty takeout, and maybe watch a movie, and kiss a little, and you’d fall asleep on my shoulder and my arm will go numb, but I won’t move because I don’t want to wake you-”

Hang on.

“You- you liked me like that?” Jon, for the life of him, can’t remember any signs of this. And usually Tim is so forward. “You never let on!”

“I invited you out loads of times-”

“With Sasha!” Jon sputters. “You always brought Sasha!”

“No, you brought Sasha. And you were clearly uninterested, so there’s that.” Tim ran a weary hand down his face. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Shouldn’t have had those shots.”

“When did you have shots?”

“When you were in the bathroom.” Ah.

Jon takes a long sip of his drink, attempting to make sense of his swirling thoughts. Tim liked him? Like that? It never occurred to him that Tim might want to spend time with him alone, hence always inviting Sasha. But Tim...he wanted him. Or at least, he used to. And that hurts. Tim’s always been there for him, always the problem solver, always willing to stay late or put in the extra hours if Jon needs anything. He’s quick to laugh at Jon’s stupid jokes and enjoys debating on any topic, no matter how obscure. And a night in with him, outside of work, no need for professionalism or pretence...it sounds wonderful.

Tim’s signaling for the check, clearly done with the conversation. Jon steels himself, takes a deep breath, and lays a tentative hand on Tim’s arm. The man gives him a confused, weary look.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Would you- that is, if you’d still like to, maybe sometime we could...do that?” He winces as the words tumble out of his mouth and Tim continues to stare. “What you said before. A-A movie, or something. It could be as friends, but if you still- if you still-”

“Like you?” Tim supplies, an irritating little smirk forming.

“T-That, yes.” Jon can feel his face heat up at the words. “Only if you want-”

“Sure.” Tim’s smile is back in full force. It hasn’t been aimed at him since their time in research and he feels like he hasn’t done anything to deserve it.

“R-Really?”

Tim laughs. “A date? With the one that got away? Of course-”

“I hardly got away-”

“No,” Tim softens, giving him an unreadable look. “You didn’t, did you?”

That night, Tim walks him to his door like a proper gentleman. He stands patiently while Jon fumbles with the keys, like he’s waiting for something. Jon thinks he knows what it is.

“I don’t want to kiss you.” He blurts out, probably a bit too loudly considering the hour. “I-I don’t like that.”

“That’s fine,” Tim says, looking utterly unperturbed. “Hug, though?”

Jon grins. “Yes please.”

When he curls up later that night, he can’t quite capture the warmth of Tim’s arms. But they’ve got time for that, Jon thinks. Time for plenty more hugs and nights out and secret smiles, if Tim will have him.

For the first time in weeks, Jon sleeps through the night.

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