#nk scissors

Bart is a little concerned.

That’s actually the understatement of the year. Bart is a lot concerned. Extremely. Colossally. Humongously. That may not be a word, but he’s going to use it because it’s true, and it’s true because Tim is breaking down in Kon’s arms right now.

It’s kinda scary— Bart doesn’t think he’s ever seen Tim crash this hard. Tim’s usually the one who lands safely, even if he’s patched together with Gorilla Glue. It’s like watching your parent cry, and Bart is not a fan because he might start crying too.

Tim didn’t even say anything when he walked into the Tower. His hands were shaking when he grabbed one of the files he left on the table, and Kon- who had been chilling in the living room while Bart rambled about binary code- had caught the mug of pens Tim almost knocked over. Then Bart asked if he was okay, and Tim sort of just.. broke.

They were in Kon’s room now, and Tim was clinging onto his boyfriend like he was a lifeline. Bart sat on the floor, leaning against the bed and Kon’s leg.

“I’m sorry,” Tim whisper-repeats like a mantra in-between sniffles. Kon only hugs him tighter, and Bart scrambles onto the bed to offer his own hand.

Tim’s hand is freezing cold, per usual, and Bart almost wants to shiver. Every time Bart grabs Tim’s hand, it’s like he took a skinny dip in the arctic. It’s really nice in the summer though, and- yeah. He should focus on the crying bundle of Tim he has next to him.

Eventually the quiet hitched breaths recedes, and the death grip Tim has on Bart’s hand loosens, and Bart knocks his shoulder with Tim’s lightly.

“I just-“ Tim takes a shuddering breath. “I just miss my dad.”

“Dude,” Bart says softly, leaning his head against Tim’s shoulder. “That’s a really valid reason for crying. I wouldn’t judge if you dropped your icecream or something because that’s also a valid reason, but y’know.”