Body Checks in the Mirror (Tim x Moby)

Smaller Then Gone

"Moby..." Tim whimpered as he leaned in deeper, "I don't know what to do."

Moby stayed silent as he closed his eyes, letting the absence of light overtake him, and so did the silence.

"It's just that," He continued, "I don't want to keep feeling like this. I don't want to keep going like this. But what will the viewers think? The comments have gotten better, and I don't want to go back to when it wasn't."

"I know you're scared," Moby kept his eyes closed, "But please trust me, no matter what happens, I'll still love you."

Tim's breath hitched when he heard those words, it felt like a warm cup of coffee on a cold autumn morning, sitting by the fireplace on the night before Christmas, looking out a window at the beginning of spring to see the blossoms starting to develop, sitting by the beach as the summer sunset reflects over the water. It was euphoria.

"Moby..." Tim looked up to him, "thank you..."

"Let's sit on the bed," Moby pulled himself away, "Your legs must be tired."

"Ah," Tim sat onto the bed, "Alright."

Moby sat next to him while the blue light of Tim's LEDs reflected off of his orange metal. Tim turned his head to Moby to see his eyes looking at him as well.

"Thank you once again..." Tim moved closer, "I'm serious, without you, would be crying on my floor right now."

"It's what friends do," Moby remarked, "I couldn't leave you like this without even a bit of help."

"But going out of your way to leave your home for me," Tim put his hands together on his lap, "I love you for that. I admire you for that."

"You do?" Moby rested his chin onto his hand, "You really do?"

"Noone but you would've done that for me." Tim looked down, "You truly are an angel sent down from heaven."

"Aren't you some sort of science type of guy?" Moby mentioned, "Don't you like not believe in heaven or something?

"I'm just using an expression..." Tim mentions, "I just wish that I could truly show you how thankful I am. All of my 'thank yous' don't feel like enough..."

Moby placed his hands onto Tim's head and guided it to his shoulder, "I already know how thankful you are, and that's enough."

Tim closed his eyes while he placed his hands upon Moby's thigh, he opened his eyes as he stared at his hands.

"Now," Moby pulled away.

"Huh?" Tim looked up with a red face.

"I have to go." Moby said, "I need to study for a test."

"Ah." Tim looked away in embarrasment, "I understand."

"That's good." Moby put himself through the window and turned around to face Tim again, "If you need me for anything, hell, if you want me for anything just text me. I'll always be there for you. Love you."

Then Moby jumped down onto a bush and Tim could see him walking away, smaller, smaller, then gone.

"I love you too." Tim whispered under his breath.