So it's 11:50 at nght, and I can't sleep. So here, have a story! It's just like a really mild fluff piece. Let me know if you want more cause I have no idea where this could go if I continue it, but the options there i guess. Anyway, read away
Tim sneezed, looking extremely unamused at the action. He was supposed to be convincing the team he -wasn't- sick.
"Really?" Ravager crossed her arms, her mouth set in a line that screamed 'I'm so done with your shit'.
Tim could relate. His body was not being cooperative.
"It's just allergies" He muttered in useless defense.
"Mm. And I'm just wearing an eye patch for fun. You're sick, you're not up for this"
"And besides, Light's no big deal. We've kicked his butt a hundred times over" Beast Boy shrugged.
Tim sat back on the couch, his knees up, mouth set in a pout and eyes glaring at absolutely nothing.
The team sighed in relief. God, Tim was hard to work with sometimes.
Someone, or a few people maybe, said something before leaving, but Tim was trapped off in a world where all he could do was wonder what would happen if he wasn't there.
It wasn't that his team was incapable, because they weren't, he trusted them with his life. But the idea that something might happen to them, and he wouldn't be there... That possibility would flay at his soul until they came back home.
Conner was the only one who hadn't yet left the room. He shook his head with a small smirk. Sometimes Tim was far too worked up. Always trying to look out for everyone else, never thinking about himself. It was both a wonderful gift, and a terrible one.
Tim snapped out of the world when he caught Conner approaching from the side. He looked up at him, almost pleadingly. He really didn't want to be on the sidelines, and afterall, it was only a cold.
"We'll be fine. Like Beast Boy said, it's just Doctor Light"
"Mm" Tim grunted in forced agreement.
Conner laughed and rolled his eyes, then kissed Tim sweetly "Get well soon"
Tim huffed and sat back, watching his boyfriend walk out with another pout "Get well soon" He mocked childishly with a roll of his eyes "-Get well soon-. What are you, a freaking sympathy balloon? Get well soon. Ugh"
Tim grabbed the blanket by his side and bundled up inside it, leaning against the lounge arm and impatiently waiting for everyone to walk back in.
"Get well soon" He muttered again, smiling smally this time "Get well soon" His smile grew suddenly at the words.
Conner was such an annoyingly wonderful person. Tim couldn't even be annoyed at him for more than five minutes.