Prompt: "funeral"
"The Third Time"
After the funeral, they sneak away from everything, grinning and touching each other with new familiarity - just like their third time together, without the awkwardness of the first time or the loving awareness of the second time.
"I think you've had too much," Tony says. He is all soft green eyes, warm smiles, and unshaved skin.
"No," Tim admits. "I haven't had enough."
"Maybe you never will."
They lean against one another, breathing each other's air.
When Tim wakes up, head full of dusty cobwebs and memories, he stares at the empty room. Sun peeks through the blinds, unbidden but not necessarily unwelcome. He sinks back onto the pillow.
The only thing that keeps him going is the happiness that he used to know.