And now he's looking at a mirror instead, which is not a terribly big improvement. Tim stares dully at his own reflection, from the purpled half-moons hung beneath both eyes to the rumpled disarray of his hair, and then back to Jay. This is exactly the sort of thing he wants to wake up to. This is exactly it.
Tim shuts his eyes.
"You have five seconds to tell me what the hell, Jay."
jfc jay
Tim shuts his eyes.
"You have five seconds to tell me what the hell, Jay."