But then he steeled himself, and allowed Tim to follow through with…whatever it was he was trying to prove. Which Tim hadn’t actually worked through, himself. All he knew was that those chats had meant a hell of a lot more to him than a few words on a monitor. He’d bared private parts of himself—no, not that private part—and the idea that Javier would think he was actually superficial enough to care one way or the other about something as cosmetic as a missing eye was, frankly, insulting. A muscle leapt in Javier’s jaw as Tim reached around the back and found the tie—a stiff, unforgiving knot that he tried, and failed, to unravel. He picked at the knot for a long, awkward moment, and finally gave up and slid his thumb beneath the string, and worked it through Javier’s hair instead, to pull the whole thing off with the knot intact. Javier angled his face down. Tim had steeled himself for the sight of a sunken eye socket, but Javier’s eyelid was in shadow. Even his eyebrow was scarred.
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