Tim had shooed Jack out and managed to make a couple of sandwiches before Tanner got in, and he rapped on the counter and waved to call him over. He hadn't brought his keyboard over so he just smiled and handed him a plate and a glass of juice, balancing his own on his knees, and wheeling himself back towards his bed. He was feeling a little breathless and a lot excited and he couldn't sit still. He parked himself by his desk and reached out to hold Tanner's hand, smiling so hard his cheeks were starting to hurt.