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Iroh.

Timothy was putting Iroh towards the bottom of the list of potential men. He felt it would be a very bitter relationship. Tim wasn't fond of the man and Daren was right, Iroh was overly fond of the other police officer.

"I, personally, am not too fond of threesomes." Too much stretching in a place not meant for two.

he parked and leaned against the chair, stretching a moment before giving a content sigh. "Let me help you take up some bags, okay? I don't know why Caesar gave us so many suits and shirts. Once I get my paycheck I'm going to Jos. A. Bank to buy sports shirts and pants." For business casual stuff.

Timothy chuckled at the last two bags, taking them and closing the trunk, car beeping as it locked. "I've never been in a train." Tim admitted, "But it still involves more than to people so I can't see myself being very fond of it." and waited for the elevator, looking up and giggling. "If that's the case then it's a very good way of making friends."

Or Tim had gone through so much that nothing could really surprise him anymore.

"I could always try volunteering there if you'd like." Tim said. "I'm sure they don't want me working forty hour weeks yet." and walked into the elevator as it dinged. Going up.

TIm wished he could feel that sort of feeling. The one Daren was describing. Whenever he was in the middle it was a suffocating, sticky heat that made his stomach curl at the thought. No. Being in the middle was not fun. he may have never been in a train, but he knew for fact that being in the middle was not fun. It took a lot of self-control to now show how uncomfortable and slightly disgusted he was at his own memories.

"Well if you get excited I won't walk in on you in the bedroom. I'll turn on the tv so I won't hear you." and chuckled, walking out as the doors opened, taking the key's from Daren's pocket and unlocking the door. "Of course I can." He twisted the handle and opened it, walking inside and closing it behind Daren. "Safe and sound."

"What?" he looked back in time to tense his entire body at the hug. Considering their previous topic, a hug wasn't entirely welcomed, but he did his best to smile back and give a small pat to the bicep. No, it's okay. Again, I give off a vibe that lets people tell me everything." The squeeze was even more unwelcomed that he stepped away from the man.

"Really, it's okay. I can't move on if I keep on being held back by it. You're so light hearted about your own sexual experiences that it's sort of helping me tolerate mine and making me think that the sex isn't so bad. I mean, you sort of showed me that already but my mind hasn't fully caught up to what my body knows."

Looking at the suits he chuckled. "put them in an undisclosed box with no receipt or fingerprints, perhaps. But you won't be given your money back so I guess that's a no-go. Once Caesar gives you something you keep it."

The red-head set the bags down on the couch, taking Daren's as well. He'd go through them and wash them. Daren only had one suit, and probably not the best kind. Tim would take care of these.

"I'll find someone in time, Daren. And you're a very easy person to room with. I don't mind at all." he felt something moving at his ankles and looked down at the mewling kitten. The instinct to kick her was there, but he could ignore it. "If you start having nightmares I'm going to crawl into bed with you." Tim warned the officer, picking up apple with a smile. "Can I take a picture of you, Kitten?"

The man smiled happily, giving her head a small scratch. "You little narcissist. You're adorable." and set her down on the couch before pulling out his phone to take a picture. And he took a few of her before deciding to tend to the suits. He tried his own on first, not surprised that Caesar remembered his size. They were a little loose, but it was because of the lost weight. Once those few pounds were back these would fit like a charm. He contemplated returning them for a smaller size but decided against it, knowing that it would be too small.

So snip went the scissors as the price tags on his own were removed, placing the small button aside on his night stand. Too many suits, shirts and pants, too many buttons. He sighed, soon organizing them and leaving them in piles on the floor to be washed before picking up the phone. Which number was the police? He browsed, finding the most common number and decided to call it.

The secretary met him. "H-Hi, um, I need to speak to Iroh." God he realized this was now a really stupid reason to call. God he was so selfish. he couldn't wait until they were done investigating his things? No he wanted it now. Dammit. Oh well, he was already being put through. "Iroh, th-this is Timothy James, um, I don't know how far along you are with my things while looking for evidence but um, I'd uh, like my button box back. Please." The box that held all the spare buttons that came with pants and shirts and suits.

Good god he was stupid.

"I-It's as it sounds. Just a small light brown box filled with buttons. And um, it's wood. It can easily fit in a drawer."

"O-Oh! Are you? That's wonderful!" he exclaimed, rather pleased he'd be getting all of his things back. "Wait, everything I owned in that house?" because he did share a room with Andrew, they shared everything how could they tell Tim's things from Andrew's? "That's going to be a lot of stuff." and tapped his lower lip before deciding to change the topic. "How many formal events do you have there at the station or in general? Aomine seems to have stumbled upon a few good quality suits and it'd be a shame if they were to waste away in his closet."