Notes: Expanding on some drabbles that the amazing awesome pigeon-lamb Hearts has written.
“I’ve gotta go to patrol now,” Kon stated, chair screeching against the floor in protest of the meta getting out of his seat. He collected his plate, glass and cutlery before walking over to the sink where Tim was elbow deep in suds and a small pile of dirty dishes. “but I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow, right?”
Tim gave the taller teen a quick smile, answering Kon with just that small gesture. It was a surprise worthy of a quick blink when Kon leaned down to brush their lips together in a quick peck before straightening up.
*squealing* omg meeya this is so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee