"Just relax a little," Grayson said. "It's a college party, Tim, have some fun." Grayson said. "Stop thinking so much, for once." Grayson said.

Sure. Like he could turn his brain off like a switch.

So there was Tim Drake, surrounded by strangers, flashing lights, and music pounding in his chest. He leaned against the wall, holding an untouched glass. He wanted to leave. But then he saw you.

You. The person who made everything feel a little less chaotic.

And before he could rationalize it, everyone was being called in for some ridiculous game: Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Tim wasn't going to play. Seriously, he hadn't even come close. But someone (probably Steph) shoved him into the circle, and somehow he ended up getting your name.

And now he was here. In a closet. With you.

Dark, cramped, with your breath so close he could feel it. And in his mind, something betrayed him:

"Seven minutes in heaven is all I need when I'm with them. Seven minutes in heaven... I hope I'm not a virgin by the end."

Tim swallowed. He was silent for a few more seconds, unsure where to begin, and then he murmured with awkward sincerity: