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    Con looked at Tim and said, "you're not getting sick, are you?" "the Chinese place down the street delivers," he said. "You still seeing what's her name? Tiffany?" Con asked, trying to distract himself from smooth skin and perfect biceps.

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    Con looked at Tim and said, "you're not getting sick, are you?" "the Chinese place down the street delivers," he said. "You still seeing what's her name? Tiffany?" Con asked, trying to distract himself from smooth skin and perfect biceps.

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    Con looked at Tim and said, "you're not getting sick, are you?" "the Chinese place down the street delivers," he said. "You still seeing what's her name? Tiffany?" Con asked, trying to distract himself from smooth skin and perfect biceps.

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    , trying not to let his thoughts show on his face.

    Something small and wry touched Tim's mouth and was gone in a blink. "Hungry?" He could nibble on those little toeses... Con lifted his gaze from Tim's bare feet. "Uh, no." He cleared his throat when Tim gave him a funny look. "You're not getting sick, are you?" There was a warning in the light tenor. "No, Doctor Timmy." A teasing smile danced over Con's lips. Tim rolled his eyes. "Wish you wouldn't call me that." He bent, peering into the fridge. After a moment's consideration, he closed it and turned around. "The Chinese place down the street delivers." Con laughed. "I'm up for whatever." And he meant that in any way Tim wanted to take it. Tim, however, seemed oblivious. He called the restaurant, placing their order and hanging up, then tossed the towel in the bathroom.

    By Degrees - 8 "You still seeing what's her name? Tiffany?" Con asked, trying to distract himself from smooth skin and perfect biceps. "Cassie." Tim smiled blandly. "Yeah." A frown darted over his face and was gone, little more than a shadow. He started to say something, then shook his head and turned away. "What?" It seemed Con got more from Tim over IM and email than in person. As if, with a screen between them, Tim could pretend he wasn't talking to a real human. "I--" Tim looked at him, then frowned again. "She's talking about finishing her Masters in New York."

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