[closed log] what I love most about my home is who I share it with

[conning]

Who: Neal, Malcolm, and Tim Drake (with potential Steve Harrington if he wants to face this awkward reunion)
When: Early December
Where: Apartment B1 in the ADI complex
Summary: Malcolm brings Tim home to B1 after his unexpected reappearance.
Warnings: N/A yet



Neal Putters. He called out of work today to make some plans and cook some food, the latter to restock the fridge once again after the uptick in how much is being consumed with the addition of Steve Harrington to their space. Neal very clearly labels the ones that are for Malcolm, also marking them with the dates they should be eaten by.

...He's OCD at the best of times, but lately he's been feeling overzealous.

When he hears the key in the lock, he glances up, sees the familiar shape of Malcolm entering, and starts with a greeting-slash-codephrase laced with affection as he looks back to his work.

"Where was our second kiss?"

Comments

[ployboy]

It's tricky business getting back to the (old) apartment. The doors don't cooperate well, and Tim and Malcolm's conversation doesn't deviate much from their respective worries. Malcolm worries over Tim, Tim worries over the state of reality-- but then, finally, the apartment number is visible just ahead and Tim feels his excitement swell.

Malcolm turns the key. Tim hasn't yet located his wallet.

The smell of food is both fantastic and a cursed thing to him, and Tim lingers back as he steels himself. Neal's voice rings through. Tim steps in behind Malcolm, eyes surveying the

old

apartment.

And then he furrows his brows, some childish expression crossing his face because Neal, contrary to popular belief, is a total loser, because who even has that as a password--?

"Trick question," he pipes up, because he can't not. "You two kissed twice at that coffee shop."