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“Did you really forgive me,” Jason wonders as Tim stitches up a gash on his shoulder blade.
He feels thin arms loop around his shoulders, soft hair pressing against the nape of his neck. The side of Tim’s face presses against Jason’s skin, and Jason can feel his soft breath. He’s a light, faint weight against Jason, like a childhood blanket being draped across his shoulders.
Jason can feel the way Tim’s mouth curls against his skin, and it feels like the sharp end of a fish hook dragging against him.
“No,” Tim answers.
Tim’s arms feel like a noose around his neck.
“Why would I forgive someone who means nothing to me?”
Tim leans closer so Jason can feel Tim whisper against his ear.
“You don’t mean enough to me for me to care about an apology from you.”