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You've reached Timothy Stoker, leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you.

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[statementfuckingends]

Should I be worried about you snogging me next time I'm being an idiot, now that you're a free agent?

[But his tone is rhetorical, just teasing, as he wraps an arm around Jon's back.]

I take it things went well, since you're not paralysed by self-loathing.

[epistemological]

[ He looks up at Tim and it's hard to say if he's kidding. ]

'Worried'? Act like I'm the plague, why don't you?

[ But he shrugs to the rest. ]

I hope so. It's hard to tell.

[statementfuckingends]

As in you didn't ask, or too soon to tell?

[Not that he's making much of an effort to pry, here. He's just glad Jon seems okay with it.]

[epistemological]

Probably the second. But no, I didn't ask. He was... um... rather clear with his feelings in the moment.

[statementfuckingends]

[The arm around Jon squeezes in a warm hug, and Tim's tone shifts to much lighter teasing.]

Shame, really. That's another will-they-won't-they relationship I'll have to mark off my list.

[epistemological]

[ He looks up at that. ]

You have a list?

[statementfuckingends]

[The laughter that gets out of Tim is a surprised bark.]

The list is the shocker there?

[epistemological]

Well, yes, Tim, I'm well aware you pay attention to what I'm up to. Though really, you ought to know that I'm not exactly one to dither.

[ He makes his stupid decisions immediately, once they're presented. ]