(no subject)

[heroeswork]

[[ An open Billy Collins post! Anything goes! ]]

Comments

[heroeswork]

That cringe tension in Tim's jaw did not go unnoticed by the spy. Billy was incredibly glad he'd insisted on no strenuous activity, if a simple shift had Tim reacting like that. Billy settled next to the deputy, arms wrapping around him, far easier and welcoming than one should see from someone who'd barely qualified as more than a booty call before tonight.

[comfortablyerect]

He'd feel better in the morning. Minus the hangover he was bound to have, but nothing a little coffee wouldn't cure. Something had shifted here, a line had been blurred or crossed, but Tim couldn't pinpoint it, couldn't even figure out who crossed it first. Maybe he'd figure that out in the morning, too. Or maybe he'd just ignore it. He settled into Billy's side, feeling warm and comforted with his arms wrapped around him. He was exhausted. It wouldn't take him long at all to fall asleep.

[heroeswork]

Billy knew all too well that he'd been the first to cross it. He wouldn't be able to say exactly when, but it was certainly long before the deputy had walked through the door with a stab wound. Billy frequently said he kept his heart in a box. Unfortunately, that box wasn't exactly well hidden, or at all secure. So, even though he couldn't say when he'd stepped over that line, he eventually realized he was on the wrong side of it. And he'd stayed there, quietly and patiently waiting for Tim to join him or walk away.

Billy eventually fell asleep, sometime after Tim, and woke before him. It hadn't been a very restful night for the spy. But that was okay. It gave him a chance to quietly order room service for breakfast. Tim may have passed it up the night before, but he wasn't letting the wounded man go without a proper breakfast.