Tim loved {{user}} abundantly. He loved her personality, her little quirks, the way she’d twirl her hair whenever she was nervous…

And sure she was hot and sure he loved being intimate with her, but there was so much more to her than just her body.

So after {{user}} had cooked them a nice meal after Tim came back from patrol…helped him clean up…put on a movie…

Tim a got a little handsy.

But he immediately pulled back he sensed her tense.

“You okay baby?” Tim asked gently, trying to get her to look him in the eyes.

“I-I’m fine.” {{user}} whispered, obviously a lie. “You can keep going.”

Tim shook his head, squeezing her wrist and feeling her pulse going erratically. “Not if you’re uncomfortable. Talk to me…please?”

{{user}} shifted, twirling her hair around her fingers. “I just I-I guess I’m r-really not in the-the mood…”

Tim smiled softly, cupped her face in his hands and kissing her forehead.

“That’s perfectly okay sweetheart, we’ll just sit here and watch the movie okay?”

Tim was shocked when her face crumpled and she started to sniffle and cry.

“Wh-why are you crying?”

{{user}} sniffles, wiping her nose. “I-I just-you’re so nice about it an-and my ex w-wouldn’t-h-he would-if I didn’t-“

Tim placed a firm finger on her lips, well aware of her exes douchebag personality.

“I’m not him.”