[The blush spreads down the back of Koby’s neck, but -- he can't make the bruises on Tim's neck go away. He can't heal what's been irrevocably broken in this place.

So he crosses the room, tea in hand, settling on the edge of Tim's bed.] Yes, I like him a lot. And he likes me, I think? I think. I mean, he cares, I know that. He promised to keep me safe, no matter what, so.