Tim grinned a bit when Kon said he could cook. "More than putting popcorn in the microwave?" he teased, his dark eyes warm to match his smile. He was glad that Kon seemed to be making more rational decisions. Ever since Kon had gone off to rescue Crowley then to get that stupid angel's grace (and getting blinded for it), Tim had been fretting over Kon's safety. Just because he was Superboy didn't mean he was invulnerable.
He stared at Kon, just studying his features and smiled a bit more. Kon was definitely more handsome than Clark. And he found Kon more...real. If that made sense. Clark was always the boy scout, doing the right thing and upholding nearly every aspect of the law. Kon, to Tim, was more down to Earth and tangible. He was real.
Tim blushed and gave a small, slightly modest laugh and rubbed his neck. "There you go flattering me again," he returned, looking up at Kon and the camera. Screw it, he thought. It was now or never before he completely lost his nerve. He got up from where he was sitting and skirted around the camera before he grabbed the back of Kon's head and pulled him in for a kiss. This was probably going to ruin everything but he was tired of skirting around his feelings. He had to let Kon know. He needed to.