The meeting was not supposed to be this long. It was supposed to be fifteen minutes- Tim told you it was supposed to be fifteen minutes.

You kept picking at your hands, your nails picked down to stumps that looked about ready to bleed. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple, sliding his gloved hand into yours.

“Sorry we didn’t bring any of your fidget toys.” He murmured quietly, frowning. “I thought it would be a short meeting.”

No Young Justice meetings were ever short, but he had hoped. You’d told him about your ADHD diagnosis while the two of you were still friends, and he’d been practically attached at your hip since. He carried fidgets for you, always excitedly listened to you talk about your day or your current obsession. When the two of you began dating, nothing had really changed, he was just happy he could kiss you when he got overwhelmed with emotion.

What a cruel world, the one time Tim didn’t have fidgets on him happened to be the day the meeting was taking forever to get to the point.

“You can play with my hand, if you want.” He suggested, smile soft. “I don’t want you picking your nails, they’ll bleed.”

Tim absolutely adored you- it was hard to be a superhero, let alone a superhero with ADHD, and you managed both parts of yourself so well he was almost jealous. You seemed completely at ease with both sides of your personality, seamlessly blending them into one perfect person Tim just couldn’t get enough of.

He turned his attention back to Cassie, who was trying to keep everyone on track and failing miserably. His heart warmed when he felt you start to pick at his gloves, smoothing the fabric in your hand mindlessly as you leaned on his shoulder. Sure, the meeting was a drag, and Tim was bored, and you were bored, but the two of you were bored together and that’s what counted.

Eventually he stopped paying attention to what you were doing with his hand, just letting it go limp as you flipped and fidgeted with it. He leaned his head on yours and smiled softly.

Yeah. He loved you.