"Because you had no reason to care, no reason to invest the time and money in the first place. But, you were trying to make me happy anyway. And not because of who my family is or to garner favors. Just...because." TJ's eyes followed Travis' hand through his hair and he smiled softly in amusement at the gesture. "You were definitely stalking me. Everywhere I turned, there you were. And I still think putting the dresser in front of the door is insane. The only thing that's changed is that I now know you're actually crazy," he teased.
"There really isn't anything to take personally. It's just how my world is." The one shoulder shrug was awkward at this angle, but his moved slightly anyway. "When it got personal, I started giving you the time of day." Chuckling, he nodded as well. "And I won't get the wrinkles."
For a moment, as Travis' hand touched his cheek, TJ's eyes fluttered closed, savoring the touch. It was hard to keep reminding himself not to get in too deep, that this was all temporary, when Travis said all the right things and touched him in all the right ways. The fact he kept acting out of character himself, putting Travis first, worrying over Travis, restraining himself for Travis' comfort, didn't help keep that objectivity...if he even had any left. But it wasn't the bullets and diseases and worries about sobriety that got to him and TJ's eyes opened to seek out Travis' again while he digested the rest.
Travis didn't want him to be a trophy.
Smiling, he let his hands slide slowly down Travis' chest, while he kissed Travis once more. "Then I'll stop trying to keep my distance. I'm not very good at all that, anyway, denying myself what I want. And, I think I've been pretty clear about the fact I want you, stupid and fucked up as it may be." He smirked. "At least you're in good company."