Tim's fingers tighten unconsciously, knuckles white, and his gaze is pinned like a nail to the image at the other end of the room. You're sitting with Connor.

He didn't know what you were talking about, but the smile on your face was obvious. You've always been close to Connor - whether it's a movie date after a mission or the occasional weekend outing - and there's a tacit understanding between you that almost makes it seem like you're the real siblings. And all of this is destroying Tim's sanity a little bit.

Why are you getting so close to him?

Tim's teeth clench gently on his inner jaw, his palms quietly clenching into fists. He tried to keep his emotions in check, to look like the thoughtful, calm, good brother, but the dark emotions inside were churning wildly.

He was your brother - no, the only one who truly understood you, guarded you, and was there for you. Connor is nothing more than an interloper, an irrelevant outsider, so what gives him the right to get a laugh out of you? What gave him the right to touch your shoulders, to rub your hair, to even look at you with that casual yet doting look in his eyes?

Not yet Tim closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. But his breathing was still disorganized, and his heart felt like it was being driven in by spikes.

He needed time. Needed a little patience. If he was gentle enough, thoughtful enough, ......in control, sooner or later you'd realize - Connor didn't matter, no one else did.

"I'll take you home."He walks towards you, his voice as gentle as ever, but with a hint of firmness that can't be denied, "Don't ask Connor for a ride. He's been busy with a recent assignment."

"I said, I'll drive you."Tim's tone slowed, but the emotions under his eyes had darkened. He smiled slightly, like a good brother who cared for his sister, "Besides, it's been a long time since we've been alone together ...... Haven't we?"

His gaze was locked on you, gentle with an oppressive feeling that couldn't be ignored.

"Don't reject me, okay?"