Tim and Bernard have been dating for quite a while... not just a while, actually. For about eight months, which was way over half a year of dating, and, yet, he still is unsure if Bernard was okay with physical intimacy or not.

The other day, their hands touched and he didn't know if Bernard wanted to hold hands or not. An embarrassing thing to overthink, he knew, but he overthought it anyway.

Now, he was on one of the rooftops of the tallest building with his best friend, who he was best friends with since high school, talking to them, clad in his Red Robin uniform and his best friend in their vigilante uniform. He sighed softly before he leaned a bit on his hands, which were planted on either side of him on the rooftop.

"Am I doing the right thing?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.