[DC] I Seem to Have Died in Your Hands Once

For people like them, accepting someone else's blade against their own body has always been something more intimate and terrifying than a kiss. "The razor cleans deeper." Sensing his nervousness, Tim lowered the hand holding his face, patted his chest, and told him to breathe, while whispering, "Sharper, less convenient, yes. But cleaner, deeper, and more suitable for me." Jason squeezed out a "hmm" deep in his chest and throat, acknowledging the last sentence. Purpose: "Let us have the same grave."