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Tim could feel his eyes burn from staring at various screens all day. It isn't his fault; all of his work is online. Tablets, phone, the Batcomputer—all searing into his vision like sand in the wind. Tim checks the time: nearly four in the morning. He scrubs his face with the meat of his palms, not too hard but enough to keep his consciousness from bleeding out. Tim needs this work to be done. It's the last task on his long list of things to do before taking a day off. It was Kon's idea, but it was growing on Tim.
Tim allows himself a moment to look anywhere else, eyes landing on his big and comfortable bed. Bad idea; his brain latches onto the prospect of laying down for just a moment of shut-eye. Tim knows that if he gives in, it will be longer than one moment. Tim needs to focus.
Tim's vision begins to blur. How can he work if he cannot see the contents of the screen? He reaches blindly to the side, hand bumping into a solid form before managing to grab his glasses. Tim turns reflexively to face what his hand had found. He realizes he must be truly exhausted to have missed his own boyfriend entering the room as he stares up at Kon's cocky smirk. Kon snorts.
"Surprise, I guess."
Tim must not have hidden his confusion very well, if Kon is so amused. If only Tim could finish his task, then he could sleep off his weakened control over facial expressions.
Realizing Kon is waiting for a reply, or perhaps a reaction, Tim clears his throat and finds his voice.
"Hey, yourself."
Kon laughs outwardly now, a quick chuckle. "What, don't tell me you forgot," Kon jokes. Tim is quick to reply this time.
"No, just getting things finished up over here. I'll be done by noon, promise." Tim keeps his tone lighthearted, not wanting his own disappointment to show through. He wants this done more than anyone else.
Kon stands up from his loose posture, crossing his arms. "C'mon, Rob. I'm sure you've been at this for ages. At least get up to stretch or something." Tim knows Kon is not going to let this go, so he complies with a sigh.
As Tim, now standing, raises his arms to stretch them out, Kon quickly grabs him like he weighs nothing. Tim squeals slightly, though he knows he shouldn't be surprised. It must be the exhaustion getting to him.
Tim instinctively tries to wiggle out of his boyfriend's hold, but Kon does not relent. Tim is now being carried over Kon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, until he is released just as soon to fall onto his bed. It bounces with the sudden weight, but Tim can't complain; any energy left in his body drains out the second he lands. He's barely conscious enough to register Kon's large, warm body climb up on the other side until he's being pulled up to lean into his glorified space heater. Tim's cheek finds its way onto Kon's wide and muscular chest as Kon pulls him in close.
Kon looks down at his boyfriend. Tim fell asleep the second Kon initiated their cuddle session. Kon smiles to himself, heart melting at how comfortable Tim seems to be in his presence.
Kon knew exactly what he was doing. Always an early riser himself, he listened in and knew Tim hadn't gone to sleep yet. Since today is meant to be their special stay-cation day, Kon figured he might as well get a head start.
Despite having slept through the night himself, Kon found himself drifting off as he felt Tim's breathing even out.
Today is going to be a good day.