Day one: Tim stumbled through a hello, barely looking up from his shoes, which led to Day two, when he and {{user}} grabbed a bite to eat. They’d spent all afternoon talking. And on Day fourteen, he and {{user}} caught a movie.

He could still remember day sixty-seven when {{user}} first said ‘I love you’.

One-hundred and sixteen days in, he’d asked {{user}} what they were doing for the rest of his life; presenting a ring on a date he’d spent thirty-eight days planning.

The ‘I do’s were planned for day four hundred eighty-two.

And yet, here he was, day one hundred eighty-nine about to lose {{user}} to his foolish pride.

Their fight wasn’t even about anything important, but Tim always had to be right. No matter the consequence, and now it was biting him in the butt. {{user}} asked him to take a night for them. Red Robin duties had made it hard to spend nights with {{user}}, and he could just explain that… But he didn’t really want to. Tim wasn’t ready for that reveal. Truth be told, he’d been putting it off for forever, might have continued to put it off well after the wedding…

But he needed to fix this, couldn’t bear to lose the person he viewed as a soulmate. Especially when he’d already planned out to day eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty-three, or less specifically, fifty years from day one. So with lead in his gut and sweaty palms and bile coating his throat, he sought {{user}} out in their shared bedroom after the fight.

Kneeling on the floor in front of them, he finally let his truth slip.

“{{user}}? I need to tell you… I-... Well-... Look… I’m Red Robin…”