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It starts two months after Jason almost kills Tim in Titans Tower. And like most things in Jason’s second life, it comes out of nowhere and somehow becomes his problem to deal with. He was feeling guilty about the baby bird and decided to fix that by following him on patrol.
He knew something was wrong immediately when Tim didn’t notice he was being trailed. The kid was half dead on his feet, patrolling by himself before limping across rooftops back to Drake Manor. Jason would bet all of his books that Bruce didn’t even know Robin was out tonight. He wasn’t watchful enough of his new birdie.
This leads to Jason sneaking in through the kitchen window just as Tim emerges from his bedroom in pajamas. And Jesus he looks like a mess. Dark bags under his eyes, new bandage on his arm and bruises on his jaw, and he’s swaying as he leans against the counter by the coffee machine.
Jason clears his throat and Tim jumps, sharp eyes focusing in on where the noise came from. He had removed the helmet when he came in so the kid stared at his eyes through the domino mask, shaking faintly.
“Hood? What-what are you doing here?”
“Just checking in on my new little brother. You look like shit, baby bird.”
Tim was still tense, even as he sighs and reaches for the mug that was now steaming with black coffee. Jason lunges forward and grabs his wrist before he can grab it. He ignores the suppressed flinch.
“Uh uh, Tim. You need to sleep.” He says
“I have homework to do.”
Jason snorts “Seriously? You have good enough grades to put it off for a night.”
Tim weakly tries to pull away “No, I have an essay due on Wednesday.”
“So do it tomorrow.”
The kid stares at him for a moment, then yanks his arm back and tries to back away. His back hits the countertop and he winces, which is enough distraction for Jason to grab him again, this time grabbing him around the waist so he can’t slip away.
“Jason-”
“Stop, Tim. You’re going to bed before you collapse.”
He shakes his head, almost frantically. There’s panic in his eyes as he pushes at the arm around him. “No.”
“Yes.” Jason starts dragging him toward the stairs “This isn’t a negotiation, birdie.”
“Please Jason, let go of me.” Tim begs “I-I can’t sleep yet, please.”
They make it up the stairs, right in front of the kid’s bedroom. So much of how Tim’s reacting is concerning. And some of it might just be because he’s scared of Jason, but it feels like there’s something more.
“Sorry kid, but you need to.”
Tim starts thrashing, tears filling his eyes as he kicks and scratches and tries to jump out of Jason’s hold. Jason nearly loses his grip, dropping his arm so he can grab Tim with both hands and turn him around so they’re face to face.
“No-stop, please. I can’t, I can’t. Please.”
“Hey, it’s okay sweetheart. I’m gonna help you, kay?” Jason mutters gently “I’m gonna give you something that’ll take you down nice and easy.”
He freezes at the soft tone, breathing harshly. “Sedative?”
“The one I use on civilians.” Jason nods “You’ll feel better once you’ve gotten some rest.”
“I-I don’t..”
Jason reaches for the syringe in his belt “This is for your own good, alright birdie? You’re all worked up right now.”
He gently cradles Tim’s face with one hand, almost cooing at the way he leans into it like he can’t help himself. It gives Jason the access he needs to quickly stick the needle into the side of the kid’s neck and administer the sedative.
It works fast, making Tim slump forward as he fights to keep his eyes open. Jason picks him up and takes him inside the bedroom to gently lay him down on the bed. Tim weakly tries to sit back up but Jason pushes his head back down, smoothing his hair back in the same motion.
“Shh go to sleep sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
“M’sorry.”
“Tim, look at me.” Jason orders “Don’t be sorry, just listen to me, alright?”
The kid nods shakily.
“You’re gonna shut your eyes and get some rest, and I don’t want you to get up until it’s been at least eight hours. Can you do that for me?”
Tim’s eyes are barely open. He mumbles “Okay.”
“Good birdie.” Jason pulls the blankets over him “Close your eyes.”
He finally surrenders to it, turning on his side and sticking his thumb in his mouth before he’s completely out. It’s equal parts adorable and concerning. Which basically sums up Tim Drake, anyway.
Jason turns all the lights off and goes back out through the kitchen window.
***
The next time that the baby bird is nearly killing himself with lack of sleep and food, Jason doesn’t have to intervene. Because Tim actually comes to him. The kid is sitting in Jason’s safe house when he gets home from a drug bust. He was in civvies, but he had a domino mask on his face.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, baby bird?”
Tim straightens, tensing as he hears the modulated voice. Jason takes the helmet off before coming to sit next to him on the couch.
“I need your help.” Tim says
“Ya? With what, sweetheart?”
Jason doesn’t miss the way he ducks his head at the nickname.
He mutters “I-I can’t sleep. I try, I swear! I just-I can’t get my brain to turn off and..I’m tired.”
His breathing had picked up as he rambled, so Jason instinctively reached over and laid a gentle hand on his back. He wasn’t expecting the way that Tim just melted into the fleeting touch, leaning back to chase it as the hand pulls away.
Jason grins “I’ll help you, birdie. I need to change first, okay? I want you to take off your mask and get comfortable.”
Tim nods, always eager to have a task. Something to do, someone to please. Was it wrong for Jason to take advantage of that? Maybe. But the kid needed someone else to take control sometimes. Plus, baby bird was absolutely adorable when he finally lets himself sink.
It only takes a few minutes for Jason to change into a t-shirt and sweatpants, and he’s pleased that Tim was sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest on the couch. Domino mask, shoes, and jacket all taken off. Jason comes and crouches down in front of him.
“Okay sweetheart, I’m gonna help you get some sleep. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.” Tim confirms “Are you going to give me something again?”
Jason hums “That depends. If you listen, I won’t need to. But if you fight it, then yes.”
“I’ll listen.”
“Good.” He smiles “Have you eaten?”
“Umm…yes? I had a protein bar before coming here.” Tim says, looking confused as to why he was even asking
Jason sighs, standing up and reaching his hand out for his little brother to take. Tim does immediately, rising to his feet as well. He leads them into the kitchen and gestures for Tim to sit on one of the bar stools at the counter.
“You need to eat a full plate of food and drink at least one glass of water before we can lay down, got it?”
Another nod. Jason grabs the leftover lasagna from the fridge and starts heating it up. He turns to watch Tim as the boy rests his arms on the counter and then lays his head down, heaving a sigh. His eyes start to get that far away look just as the microwave beeps. It startles him back into a sitting position.
“Here you go baby bird.” Jason sets the plate and some water down in front of him “Eat.”
He digs in without hesitation, finishing it in just a few minutes. He gulps all of the water down too.
“Christ kiddo, you need more home cooked meals.”
Tim doesn’t bother responding to that, just lowers his head like he’s embarrassed. Who the fuck messed this kid up so bad? He came crawling to his attempted murderer/older brother to help him take basic care of himself because nobody else would do it.
He sighs “Come here, Tim. Let me look at ya.”
The kid obeys easily. Just like he has been all night. He comes to stand in front of Jason, tilting his head up slightly to look at him. It gives Jason the perfect view of the scar that runs along the length of his throat. The one he put there.
Jason rests a careful hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. Tim shudders as he pulls the kid’s head up further to carefully trace the scar with his thumb. He lets his head go limp, utterly trusting. It would be cute if it wasn’t so sad.
“Any injuries that need to be looked at?” Jason asks him
Tim was getting the hazy look in his eyes again. He swallows harshly, blinking hard a couple of times.
“No.”
“Alright, good. We’re going to go to the couch and turn on a movie. I want you to lay down and relax as best you can, can you do that for me, baby bird?”
“Yes.”
Jason hums, releasing his gentle grip “Good boy.”
Tim shudders again, at the praise. He trails behind Jason as he sits down on the couch, then hovers awkwardly for a moment. Jason huffs, grabbing his arm and pulling him down until he’s lying with his head in Jason’s lap. Tim is tense until he runs a hand through the kid’s hair, to which he goes boneless.
“There ya go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
He makes a soft noise “Jason?”
“Ya?”
“Don’t-Don’t leave me…please?”
The whispered, hesitant words send rage through his veins. He shoves it down, because it won’t do either of them any good to be angry right now. Instead he presses a kiss to Tim’s forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He promises “I swear.”
Tim smiles softly, letting his eyes fall closed before Jason can even reach for the remote.
They stay there all night.
***
Tim keeps coming to him every once in a while. Never in front of other people, and they never talk about it, but he seeks Jason out at least once every three months. He learns a lot about the kid during these interactions.
For one thing, Tim was severely touch starved. It was to the point that he would shiver and flinch away until skin to skin contact happened, and then he’d sink into it and refuse to let go.
Another thing was that this kid had a pretty bad oral fixation. He relaxed better when something was in his mouth. Straws, pens, and hoodie strings were things he would chew on throughout the day. And on really bad days he would suck his thumb in his sleep.
The biggest thing that he noticed was that Tim was looking for someone to be in control. He was looking to submit. But only in these specific moments, the days where he comes to Jason and folds to his knees in front of the couch so he can lay his head on Jason’s thigh and not think about anything.
It makes sense in a twisted way. The baby bird was constantly running around trying to fix everything. Fix everyone. His brain works at twice the speed of the average person, which means he has a much harder time calming it down. So he has Jason to force him down into a place he can relax.
Some days he just wants some food and someone to be next to him as he goes to sleep. Other times, he wants to curl up on Jason’s chest and listen to his heartbeat until he’s stable enough to go home or out to patrol. The really bad days are the ones he fights.
He’ll keep himself awake with caffeine and case files, pacing around until his legs start to shake. On those days, Jason has to threaten to sedate him if he doesn’t obey. Luckily, he hasn’t actually had to drug the kid since the first time. Usually he can settle him down with soft hands stroking his hair and tracing shapes on his back.
It’s been getting better. Tim has been sleeping more and has stopped biting his nails. He only comes to Jason occasionally, and it’s before he’s to the point of collapsing. Things were looking up.
But then Jack Drake is murdered. Conner Kent and Bart Allen sacrifice themselves on a mission. Stephanie Brown is tortured to death.
And to top it all off? Batman dies too.
***
Jason realizes in hindsight that he should’ve checked in on Tim before he left with The Outlaws. Their adoptive father had just died, and they were all grieving in different ways. Dick was forced to take up the cowl, and Damian was given Robin. Tim spiraled. Cass left. And so did Jason. He just couldn’t be in Gotham anymore.
Then, almost a year later, Bruce was back. Tim had brought him back. Things between the siblings were tense, they were all dealing with shit and didn’t know how to talk about it now that their father was back. So they didn’t. Why would they? They all did their own thing while he was gone.
With all that being said, Jason comes to realize his mistake one night when they’re all together in the cave. Bruce, Dick, and Cass were going over files and discussing what had happened on patrol. Damian was getting a shallow cut stitched up by Alfred, and Jason was scarfing down a sandwich cause he was starving after tonight’s encounter with Ivy and Scarecrow.
Tim was at the bat-computer typing away. He had changed into a black t-shirt and jeans as if he had somewhere to be after this. The rest of them of course had gotten into pajamas. Nobody else seemed to care that Tim was shaking as he worked.
But Jason did. Because he had come to know these things about the baby bird. He was tense, more than usual anyway, and his eyes were red like he’d been rubbing at them. Jason would bet he hadn’t eaten all day. And nobody was doing anything about it.
If this was a year ago then Tim would have already come to him before it got to this point. Now though, things were different. The kid was more traumatized, everybody could see it. And he was struggling. Jason needs to do something about this.
“Timmy.” He calls
Everybody in the cave turns to look at him. Except the boy he called, who just hummed without tearing his eyes away from the screen.
Jason cleared his throat and tried again “Tim.”
The lower voice seemed to do the trick, and the kid turns his chair to look at Jason with a furrowed brow. Jason waves him over.
“Come here.”
“..why?”
Oh, so they were fighting it today. Makes sense, considering everything.
“Because I asked you to, baby bird.”
Some kind of emotion passes through his eyes, but he sighs and stands up to come to Jason. Despite their family burning holes with their stares, Tim instinctively folds to his knees in between Jason’s legs.
He lightly grips the back of the boy’s neck, and Tim doesn’t relax into like he usually does. Christ, this was a bad day. It hasn’t been this bad since the first time. Plus they have an audience this time.
Jason looks down at the kid “Hey, sweetheart.”
Tim does that small, sweet smile “Hi, Jason.”
“You getting tired?”
He shakes his head slowly, so Jason grabs his chin. He frowns at Tim.
“Be honest with me baby bird. I know you can do that.”
“I-I have work to get done.”
Jason clicks his tongue “Do I need to give you something?”
Tim grips at Jason’s pants, and shakes his head again. Frantically this time, dislodging Jason’s hand that had been holding his face. Bruce and Cass had started inching closer to them, while the rest of them were glaring in confusion and worry. They all looked ready to pounce.
“No-I’ll be good. I’ll be good, Jason.”
“Hmm, really sweetheart? Are you gonna listen?”
Tim nods and presses his face into Jason’s knee “I’ll listen.”
Jason passes a hand through his hair, petting softly. He shudders, losing the tension in his shoulders as Jason gently traces that spot behind his ear. Tim scoots his head up so it’s on the man’s thigh.
“Good. Good birdie.”
Now Alfred was furrowing his brow at them. Cass signs to Jason asking if they’re okay, and he nods in response. Nobody looks like they believe that. But Tim is starting to get the dazed look in his eyes that means he’s going to crash soon, so Jason reaches for his half eaten sandwich and tears a piece off.
He holds it to Tim’s mouth “Eat. Slowly, I don’t want you to be sick.”
Tim chews slowly as instructed, then opens his mouth for more. Jason feeds him small pieces until it’s gone, carding fingers through his hair and rubbing along his spine the whole time to keep him relaxed. His eyes are barely open now.
“Hey, Alfie? Can you grab me some water with a straw?” Jason whispers
The butlers nods shortly, hurrying to the elevator. Tim lifts his head blearily at the noise.
“Alfr’d s’here?” He slurs
“Shhh sweetheart.” Jason pushes his head back down “I didn’t tell you to get up yet.”
Tim mumbles something else, but lays back down when Jason squeezes the nape of his neck. He keeps his hand there, thumb lazily stroking back and forth until Alfred comes back down with the water.
“Here you are, Master Jason.”
Jason takes it, dipping his head in thanks at the man. He brings the straw to Tim’s lips and the kid starts drinking without being prompted. That’s a good sign.
He smooths Tim’s hair back from his forehead “You tired?”
Tim nods and tries to scoot closer to Jason, seeking warmth. Jason laughs, tugging the baby bird into a standing position. Tim whines, but does it.
“Alright, c’mere sweetheart.”
Jason wraps an arm around his back, and Tim loops his arms around Jason’s neck and his legs around his waist when he stands up to carry him. He lays his cheek against Jason’s shoulder, sighing deeply as they walk towards the couch that’s in the cave.
“What is happening right now?” Dick asks
He doesn’t answer, just keeps walking. Bruce steps in front of him, so he stops with an exasperated eye roll.
“I’m taking of Timbo here, because nobody else seems to be capable of doing it.” He answers
Damian speaks up from behind him “Drake is not an infant. He can take care of himself.”
This is the little bat’s way of looking out for Tim, Jason knows that. But he doesn’t really feel like being interrogated right now. Especially with an armful of baby bird clinging to him with all four limbs.
“Ya, most of the time he can. Sometimes he needs someone to do it for him.”
Cass frowns “Sick?”
It’s Alfred who responds this time, bless his heart. “I don’t believe so, my dear. I believe the lad is simply overworked and exhausted.”
“Oh, Timmy..” Dick sighs sadly “He still hasn’t talked about where he’s been these last few months.”
Damian huffs “I imagine it was nowhere good.”
“Wait.” Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose “None of you know where your brother has been since I’ve been gone?”
They all look at each other guiltily. All of them except Cass, who hasn’t stopped looking at Tim. She was standing almost completely still, except for the barely noticeable clench of her jaw. Jason narrows his eyes, zeroing in on her.
“You know something?” He asks her
She shakes her head “Not mine to tell.”
Bruce opens his mouth to speak but Jason cuts him off “Can we do this after I put him down? He’ll be more likely to answer you when he’s like this, anyway. So this is our shot.”
They all nod, so he starts walking again, which jostles the half asleep kid in his arms. Tim whines, using both his arms and legs to cling tighter to Jason.
“Ya I know, we’re gonna go lay down birdie.” Jason chuckles again, petting Tim’s lower back
He sets Tim down and sits next to the kid, who wastes no time in lying back down so he can rest his head in Jason’s lap. Jason lays a hand on Tim’s cheek softly, gently cradling his face before his eyes can close.
“Hey, we need to ask you some questions sweetheart.”
Tim leans into his hand “‘Kay.”
Jason strokes his cheekbone “Good boy.”
Everybody else comes and settles around them. Only Cass and Bruce dare to sit on the couch with them.
“Where have you been?” Bruce asks bluntly
Tim was pliant in this state, that was the goal. But he was also slower than he usually is, so their father’s question makes him frown, blinking slowly. It takes him a minute to respond.
“Working.”
“You were working on getting B back?” Dick pushes “Where?”
“Was in..I was in the desert. I-I lost something? Ra’s has it…has it in a jar.”
Damian scowls “What does Grandfather have in a jar, Timothy?”
Tim doesn’t answer. They all wait, thinking that he’s just taking a moment. But after three whole minutes of silence Cass moves to kneel in front of him. She takes his hand softly.
“Little brother?”
He turns his head to blink sluggishly at her “Hmm?”
Jason smooths his bangs back “We asked you a question birdie. What does Ra’s have in a jar?”
“Oh.” He frowns “I..don’t wanna answer that one.”
“And why is that, dear boy?” Alfred asks
“Cause you…you’ll get angry. Or sad?” Tim pauses, swallows heavily “You’ll be upset. I don’t want anyone to be upset.”
Bruce clenches his jaw “We’re not upset with you, Tim. We just want to know what’s happened.”
Tim lazily waves a hand, nearly smacking Jason in the face “Why? S’taken care of.”
“Because we love you, and we’re worried.” Dick answers
The kid’s eyes start to water, and he rubs at them blearily with his trembling fingers. Tim sighs, frowning so deep it looks more like a pout. He was getting worked up again, which is the last thing they need. He was supposed to be resting.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Jason says
“Todd-” Damian starts
“No.” Cass agrees with Jason “No more. Sad little brother.”
Some of them start protesting, and Tim whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.
He whines “Jay.”
“Shh I’m right here sweetheart.” Jason murmurs “I’ve got ya.”
Tim lifts his head up “No..no I-I need t’be working Jay.”
Jason grits his teeth, pissed that they were taking his baby bird out of the relaxed state that he’d been in. He pushes the kid back down, trying not to feel guilty when Tim whimpers again and starts shaking his head.
“No, please-please Jay.” He cries
Jason hushes him, gently wiping away his tears. He methodically rubs his hands over Tim’s face and down to his shoulders, squeezing softly before trailing down his arms to grip his hands. He shudders, slowly growing more pliant.
“Quit fighting it birdie, you’re safe.”
He takes a couple of deep breaths, letting go of Jason’s hands to curl his arms around his own torso. Jason sighs, pulling the kid closer.
“Sorry.” Tim turns over, pressing his forehead into Jason’s stomach “M’sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry. You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
Luckily, everybody had shut up and stopped arguing. They were now just staring at Tim with varying levels of concern and sadness, which was appropriate given the fact that they’ve never seen him like this.
“It’s time to sleep now, baby bird.” Jason tells him “Close your eyes for me.”
His eyes flutter shut immediately, so Jason sweeps his hand up and down Tim’s back as a reward. The kid makes a soft, pleased noise and puts his thumb in his mouth as he finally gives in to sleep. Jason keeps rubbing his back regardless.
Bruce clears his throat “What exactly..is this? Why does he listen to you?”
“Honestly, I have no idea.” Jason shrugs “Started a while ago. He came to me cause he wasn’t sleeping, and then kept coming back whenever he was getting bad again.”
“He feels safe with you.” Damian notes “He lets his guard down completely.”
“Ya well, that part took a while. Baby bird is stubborn as all hell when he wants to be.”
“Is that why he fights it?” Dick asks “Because he’s being stubborn?”
“Not why.” Cass shakes her head “Instinct. Needs to stay guarded.”
“He needs to stay guarded.” Bruce repeats “But he goes to you so that he can just be safe. So that he can rest.”
Jason nods “That about sums it up.”
“Well you seem to be doing an excellent job.” Alfred praises
Damian agrees “Well done, Todd.”
“No one else was doing it. Tim needed someone.” Jason explains “Do you guys even know how much he does for all of you? Kid works himself to the bone just cause he feels like he has to.”
Jason opens his mouth to keep going but then Tim twitches in his sleep, expression pinching like he’s in pain. He bites down on his finger so Jason pulls his hand away from his mouth. Tim clenches his teeth together, twisting his hand in Jason’s shirt.
“What’s happening?” Bruce asks
Jason sighs “Nightmare, probably. He has ‘em all the time.”
Tim kicks one of his legs out, making contact with Bruce’s side. The man grunts and catches his ankle before Jason can stop him. Tim jerks awake, yanking his foot out of the hold and snarling low in his throat.
Yikes. That’s new.
He rolls off the couch and into a defensive position faster than any of them can react. His eyes were still glazed, though, in the way that means he’s still floating in that headspace that makes him pliant.
“Woah, Timmy.” Dick says “You’re alright.”
Everybody was standing up now, hovering over the kid. Tim was shaking. He’s scared of them, Jason realizes. Why, he doesn’t know, but it makes sense why the baby bird has been reacting this way all night.
Bruce takes a step forward and Jason jumps to his feet, snapping “Hey! Step away from him, you’re just making it worse.”
Luckily, he does. Cass and Damian sit back down as well, which is smart. Dick, Bruce, and Alfred stay standing but they do back off a little.
“Tim.” Jason calls “Come here. Now.”
He scrambles to follow the order. Tim practically barrels into him, hiding his face in Jason’s chest. Jason wraps an arm around his shoulders and cradles his head closer.
“Good birdie, good job.” Jason whispers into his hair “Let’s go upstairs, hmm? Do you wanna walk or do you want me to carry you?”
Tim holds tighter to his shirt in response.
“Words, sweetheart.” He reminds the kid gently “Which one?”
After a moment he answers “Carry.”
Jason wastes no time in scooping him up bridal style. Tim clings to his neck and releases a shaky breath against his shoulder. Jason turns back towards the family briefly.
“I’m taking him to his room. Nobody follow, alright? He needs space.”
He doesn’t wait for anybody to reply before taking off to the elevator. As they start going up he adds this to the mental file of taking care of Tim. Being around other people when he’s like this makes him scared. It makes him fight it.
From now on, it has to be just the two of them.
***
It takes almost three hours before Tim actually wakes up. He’s lying on Jason, soft hair tickling the older man’s chin as he breathes softly against his chest. Jason never stopped holding him from the moment they laid down on the bed, he couldn’t bear to. Not after everything that had just happened.
Tim blinks slowly, breathing changing just enough that it lets Jason know he’s awake and more aware than earlier. He doesn’t move for a few minutes.
“Baby bird?” Jason tries carefully
He exhales “Ya?”
“Can you look at me sweetheart?”
Slowly, Tim lifts his head up until their eyes meet. He still looked exhausted, and based on the way that his head swayed he definitely was. Jason carefully cups his chin with his palm.
“There ya are.” He says softly “You okay?”
His eyes were no longer dazed, and he was quick to respond with an affirmative hum. Jason frowns and gently swipes his thumb across the dark circles under Tim’s eyes. Tim tries to pull his head away, so Jason grasps the back of his neck and pulls him back in.
“Hey, you know we need to talk about all of this, ya? All the stuff you said was worrying, birdie. To all of us.”
Tim half heartedly glares at him, but doesn’t try to pull away again. His eyes brim with unshed tears, which breaks Jason’s heart.
“I know.” He replies “Just..not yet. Please? I’m tired, Jay.”
He’s playing dirty, using his sad puppy dog eyes and using Jason’s nickname that he usually only says when he’s deep into his foggy, submissive headspace. Unfortunately, it works exactly how he wants it to, because Jason is fucking weak when his little brother cries.
Jason pushes Tim’s hair off his forehead, shaking his head in a way that’s fond but also exasperated. Tim grins at him, cause he’s a manipulative little shit who knows that he’s won.
“Okay, baby bird.” Jason sighs, tucking the kid to his chest again “Go back to sleep.”
Tim lays back down obligingly, settling in for sleep. After a minute of Jason rubbing up and down his back, he presses his face against Jason’s collarbone.
“Thanks, Jay.”
Jason smiles, pressing a kiss to his hair.
“I’ll take care of ya Tim.” He promises “Always.”