[ The pollen doesn't have such a strong grip on Tim yet, and he's tightly controlled enough normally that he can resist its influence more successfully than the other victims, but there's still a low heat burning in him, a restless itch under his skin that's threatening to drive him to distraction the longer he stays here. Maybe if it was just the pollen, he'd be doing better at distancing himself from those feelings, but the fact that Jason is nuzzling at him and rubbing against him is... well, it'd be distracting enough without the pollen's influence. With it, he feels like he's inches away from just losing it, but he knows it's important to hold on. Those eyes tell him how important it is, the flashes of gold in Jason's gaze and running under his skin sending a chill through him. It's unsettling, almost inhuman, and a stark reminder of the danger he's in, even with his body yearning to give up to the warmth promised by Jason pressing close against him.
Jason's words make something twist deep inside him, something hot and squirming - it tears at him, hearing Jason talking about protecting him when he's so used to the opposite sentiment coming at him from the older ex-Robin. It's the greedy tone in his voice that tugs at him, though, the startling feeling of being wanted - by Jason, of all people, even though he knows this isn't his Jason, isn't the same Jason that calls him replacement and pretender and remains frustratingly out of reach.
He's almost embarrassed by how unprepared he is, how surprised he is to feel Jason tugging at his breathing mask - but really, who would expect someone with Jason's training to rip their mask off while standing in a complex flooded with some kind of toxic pollen? ]
What - wait, don't - [ He's too slow to react, and the mask isn't really locked into place with any severity, in case quick removal is needed; Jason's pulling manages to hit the quick release before Tim can stop him, and the mask slips free, exposing the lower half of his face. ]
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Jason's words make something twist deep inside him, something hot and squirming - it tears at him, hearing Jason talking about protecting him when he's so used to the opposite sentiment coming at him from the older ex-Robin. It's the greedy tone in his voice that tugs at him, though, the startling feeling of being wanted - by Jason, of all people, even though he knows this isn't his Jason, isn't the same Jason that calls him replacement and pretender and remains frustratingly out of reach.
He's almost embarrassed by how unprepared he is, how surprised he is to feel Jason tugging at his breathing mask - but really, who would expect someone with Jason's training to rip their mask off while standing in a complex flooded with some kind of toxic pollen? ]
What - wait, don't - [ He's too slow to react, and the mask isn't really locked into place with any severity, in case quick removal is needed; Jason's pulling manages to hit the quick release before Tim can stop him, and the mask slips free, exposing the lower half of his face. ]