we've met before, haven't we?

I told him I knew conventions didn’t really seem to be his thing, but i thanked him for doing this and giving me the opportunity to talk to him and that he made my life by coming to boston and how lucky i felt being able to share a moment with him. he thanked me, then told me I was welcome, and that it was his pleasure. he also said he enjoys meeting his fans and he does cons to meet people like me. and that just meant everything. then we smiled at each other and shared a connection one last time, and he eventually told me to look at the camera. 

he stopped the girls working at the booth before they took the picture and said “I want to put my arm around her” and i died. so he did and he rested his head on mine and squeezed my arm, and i felt super comforted. after the picture, i thanked tim, and he thanked me back, and one of the girls grabbed me and said i was going to love the picture and that it was so cute. My favorite part about the whole experience was that he listened to me. He genuinely took his time with me, he heard out everything I had to say. I must’ve spent at least two minutes with him, and he didn’t rush it. the people in the room didn’t say anything. i wasnt pressured at all. i was able to give him a compliment or two, then pause to smile at him and make sure he hadn’t anything to say and continue on whether he did or didn’t. he waited until I said everything and he made sure i had nothing more. I could tell he took everything to heart, it wasn’t just in one ear and out the other. It meant the absolute world to me.

i didnt have much of an experience the second time, my mom ended up buying a photo op for herself and my grandma, and she told me she wanted me in on it too so i obviously said okay. i was nervous about what tim’d think of me seeing him again within an hour and a half, so i snuck behind my mom and grandma and went behind tim and allowed them to have their moments. on the way out, i felt this tug on my hand, and it was actually tim, and he looked at me like "i saw you come in." and he smiled at me. still just as grateful and half dead, none the less.

the second/last day, my mom told me she wanted to see him again, but she wanted a solo op with him and asked if that’d be okay and i was like ?? yes im okay with having with tim to myself again. so again, i walked over to tim’s side and dropped to my knees. he glanced over to acknowledge me, then he did a double take and turned his head completely and stared at me, and he said hello. and i was like oh hey, tim. then he looked at my shirt and back at my face, and several people called out to him to look over, but he literally ignored them which was the richest damn thing ever and looked like he wanted to say something to me. god i love him. so he eventually leaned in and said. “I like your shirt. You look amazing."