She kissed him, and it just felt downright weird.
It wasn't supposed to be this way, he was supposed to love the feel of his lips on hers as she pulled him closer. Tamara Fox was his girlfriend, and she has been for months. He was happy.. so why did he feel so terrible now? Detached, uncomfortable as she straddled his hips on the couch.
"Tim?" she questioned against his lips. "Earth to Tim!" She had tears in her eyes, still processing her father's "death" was the only thing that could come to Tim's mind.
"S-sorry," he replied, his voice drained. They were both used to him feeling completely tired after patrols and such, but he knew that Tam knew it was something else.
"What is going on with you tonight?" she questioned, her brows furrowing with worry as she brought her hands up to cup his face. "Is everything okay? Did something happen tonight?" Oh nothing completely huge, just Ash kissing me. Did I mention everyone's mad at me for not returning the gesture; even Dick who has been giving me complete silent treatment? Oh and your father is still alive, but sorry for telling you otherwise. That's what he wanted to say; just let everything come out so he didn't have to carry such a big weight on his shoulders. But no, instead he shook his head, bringing his hand up to hers to lower them from his face. "Tim, you know you can tell me anything."
But he just couldn't. The last thing Tim ever wanted to do to her was hurt her. She was such a sincere and sweet person, one of the first girls that Tim had really been with; especially when it came to intimacy. Now everything just seemed disconnected. He didn't want to kiss, touch or even be with Tam in that way anymore.
He needed Ashlynn like a drug addict to heroin. He played it off fairy well that he didn't want her, and he was making himself sick over it; because Ash is the one girl that he's wanted to be with probably since he met her. They had so many childhood memories together; a couple of which ended with them getting married using those ring pops.
"I'm sorry- I need to go," Tim said, giving Tam a moment to get off of him and onto the couch as he made his way toward the door. He looks back at her; a pained expression plastered on her face as he turns the handle to the front door. "I'm just so sorry." For everything Tam; for every single solitary thing that I've been keeping bottled up. I'm sorry that I don't love you; not the way I thought I did anyway.
Because I'm in love with somebody else, and you're just not her.