Bart wouldn't be quiet; Kon wouldn't sit and wait. Tim is trying to clean his camera when he starts to feel less alone than the walls of his hut would imply, and it's a familiar enough feeling that it doesn't take long to decide who he's most likely to find out there.
He considers staying where he is, camera in pieces across his bed, until Jason gives up and leaves. They see each other often enough at class and the compound that he could half-deny avoiding him, but.
But Jason came here for a reason, and he's been there for Tim a couple of times now, seems like he'll be there a lot more going forward, and it wouldn't be fair to keep hiding. Setting the lens aside, he uncurls his legs and pads over to the door, a quick peek to confirm it's Jason before he continues out and sits down with him. He's been here before, it turned out fine: he has to tell himself whatever this is will turn out fine as well. "Just in the neighborhood," he asks, pushing his hands through his hair before setting them to the porch edge and hanging his weight on them.
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He considers staying where he is, camera in pieces across his bed, until Jason gives up and leaves. They see each other often enough at class and the compound that he could half-deny avoiding him, but.
But Jason came here for a reason, and he's been there for Tim a couple of times now, seems like he'll be there a lot more going forward, and it wouldn't be fair to keep hiding. Setting the lens aside, he uncurls his legs and pads over to the door, a quick peek to confirm it's Jason before he continues out and sits down with him. He's been here before, it turned out fine: he has to tell himself whatever this is will turn out fine as well. "Just in the neighborhood," he asks, pushing his hands through his hair before setting them to the porch edge and hanging his weight on them.