Tim Laughlin

It was one of these afternoons where Fuller wanted to spent the lunch far away from his office. He went out of the office and knew he had around one hour to clear his head. The paperwork was piling up and starting to crowd his brain. He left notes for the secretary then he exited the office. The sun was shining down upon him with a warm feeling to it, maybe a little too warm, but it did not really bother him.

Tim had been in his new position at the Capitol for some time now. His afternoons were a quiet time to drink his liter of milk and read the newspaper to stay up-to-date.

Tim was listening to the Rockettes that night and when he heard the drumbeat he put down the wooden spoon he was stirring his soup with.

For the older man, it was not a usual thing to appear like this one in someone’s place. When Tim opened the door and the scent of soup was reaching his nose, he smiled. “Making some dinner for yourself? I hope I don’t disturb you in your evening routine.” He hadn’t informed the other at all and now standing in his flat Hawk tried to make the best of it.

“ I didn't know you were coming, Mr. Fuller ”

He was just sitting there, but when Tim was going back to his soup he stood up, joining him. There was the pull, and Fuller had felt this pull from the moment he had seen him on the political event. The young man who had ordered the milk, pulling Fuller into the moment where he couldn’t escape. He had always an eye for a young man like Tim, but here something else was happening, and he got out of the habit and didn’t want to pull this one into one of his dirty hotels. So something was shifting for him.

Tim didn't know Hawk completely and couldn't understand how Hawk seemed not to care that they were just two strangers, perhaps from different positions.

Maybe he didn’t understand now, but he would soon. Hawk had his own way of approaching things, and he didn’t pull away if he had found someone interesting. 

Tim looked nervous. Not knowing Fuller well, he seemed to want to run away to avoid being led into sin. That was the first thing that came to mind: being with a man again was a sin.

The moment he heard, ‘It is a sin.’ He didn’t react first, but something was working in him. He remembered very well what it meant to live a sin. Not only that, but he did live it every day. The voice inside his head telling him all of this and realizing he could never escape from it. He had his way of embracing it. He let his eyes on the boy, and he watched how Tim clung to the soup like it might save him. 

Tim had spent a long time dedicating himself solely to his religion, to his devotion. From the first moment he saw Hawk, he felt that they both shared a deep connection.

Tim was listening to the Rockettes that night and when he heard the drumbeat he put down the wooden spoon he was stirring his soup with.

For the older man, it was not a usual thing to appear like this one in someone’s place. When Tim opened the door and the scent of soup was reaching his nose, he smiled. “Making some dinner for yourself? I hope I don’t disturb you in your evening routine.” He hadn’t informed the other at all and now standing in his flat Hawk tried to make the best of it.

“ I didn't know you were coming, Mr. Fuller ”

He was just sitting there, but when Tim was going back to his soup he stood up, joining him. There was the pull, and Fuller had felt this pull from the moment he had seen him on the political event. The young man who had ordered the milk, pulling Fuller into the moment where he couldn’t escape. He had always an eye for a young man like Tim, but here something else was happening, and he got out of the habit and didn’t want to pull this one into one of his dirty hotels. So something was shifting for him.

Tim didn't know Hawk completely and couldn't understand how Hawk seemed not to care that they were just two strangers, perhaps from different positions.

Maybe he didn’t understand now, but he would soon. Hawk had his own way of approaching things, and he didn’t pull away if he had found someone interesting. 

Tim looked nervous. Not knowing Fuller well, he seemed to want to run away to avoid being led into sin. That was the first thing that came to mind: being with a man again was a sin.

The moment he heard, ‘It is a sin.’ He didn’t react first, but something was working in him. He remembered very well what it meant to live a sin. Not only that, but he did live it every day. The voice inside his head telling him all of this and realizing he could never escape from it. He had his way of embracing it. He let his eyes on the boy, and he watched how Tim clung to the soup like it might save him. 

Tim was listening to the Rockettes that night and when he heard the drumbeat he put down the wooden spoon he was stirring his soup with.

For the older man, it was not a usual thing to appear like this one in someone’s place. When Tim opened the door and the scent of soup was reaching his nose, he smiled. “Making some dinner for yourself? I hope I don’t disturb you in your evening routine.” He hadn’t informed the other at all and now standing in his flat Hawk tried to make the best of it.

“ I didn't know you were coming, Mr. Fuller ”

He was just sitting there, but when Tim was going back to his soup he stood up, joining him. There was the pull, and Fuller had felt this pull from the moment he had seen him on the political event. The young man who had ordered the milk, pulling Fuller into the moment where he couldn’t escape. He had always an eye for a young man like Tim, but here something else was happening, and he got out of the habit and didn’t want to pull this one into one of his dirty hotels. So something was shifting for him.

Tim didn't know Hawk completely and couldn't understand how Hawk seemed not to care that they were just two strangers, perhaps from different positions.

Maybe he didn’t understand now, but he would soon. Hawk had his own way of approaching things, and he didn’t pull away if he had found someone interesting. 

Tim looked nervous. Not knowing Fuller well, he seemed to want to run away to avoid being led into sin. That was the first thing that came to mind: being with a man again was a sin.

Tim was listening to the Rockettes that night and when he heard the drumbeat he put down the wooden spoon he was stirring his soup with.

For the older man, it was not a usual thing to appear like this one in someone’s place. When Tim opened the door and the scent of soup was reaching his nose, he smiled. “Making some dinner for yourself? I hope I don’t disturb you in your evening routine.” He hadn’t informed the other at all and now standing in his flat Hawk tried to make the best of it.

“ I didn't know you were coming, Mr. Fuller ”

He was just sitting there, but when Tim was going back to his soup he stood up, joining him. There was the pull, and Fuller had felt this pull from the moment he had seen him on the political event. The young man who had ordered the milk, pulling Fuller into the moment where he couldn’t escape. He had always an eye for a young man like Tim, but here something else was happening, and he got out of the habit and didn’t want to pull this one into one of his dirty hotels. So something was shifting for him.

Tim didn't know Hawk completely and couldn't understand how Hawk seemed not to care that they were just two strangers, perhaps from different positions.

Tim was listening to the Rockettes that night and when he heard the drumbeat he put down the wooden spoon he was stirring his soup with.

For the older man, it was not a usual thing to appear like this one in someone’s place. When Tim opened the door and the scent of soup was reaching his nose, he smiled. “Making some dinner for yourself? I hope I don’t disturb you in your evening routine.” He hadn’t informed the other at all and now standing in his flat Hawk tried to make the best of it.

“ I didn't know you were coming, Mr. Fuller ”

Tim was listening to the Rockettes that night and when he heard the drumbeat he put down the wooden spoon he was stirring his soup with.