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A hand slapped to his neck to hide the hickey, glancing down at it. When had that gotten there?! Last night or this morning?! Tim rubbed at it in hopes of it going away, walking to the kitchen to cook the sandwich. "I'm sorry for keeping you up. I think my phone fell in the car. Madison drove me home I could barely walk. I'm really sorry I know I promised one drink." he walked out, sitting a bit away from Daren to prevent from being in hitting distance. The man's stress and exhaustion was now intimidating. "Drive safe to work, okay?"

"It might hurt less from this distance even if you do snap." he admitted taking the sandwich and slowly ripping it apart, dropping the bits in the soup. "I'll try not too. I thought it was in my pocket but I guess it fell out. I was so drink I don't remember walking in to his apartment." he sighed, using his soup to keep the pieces under water before lifting them out and eating them.

He was blushing easily today, having to force himself to swallow the food instead of choke on it. "I, uh, don't remember. Um." he patted at the floating pieces of sandwich before mumbling. "Good with his mouth though... What if I was bad last night?!" he exclaimed suddenly, face showing horror.

Tim opened his mouth to counter Daren's argument but s**t it. Madison had indeed set another date for next weekend. "Yea... I'll be busy next Friday." he murmured, "Or Saturday, we haven't set anything in stone yet." another bite of the grilled cheese tomato soup, looking over and chuckling, covering his mouth while speaking so Daren didn't get a mouthful of food. "I'm telling you some of those women were incredibly interested. Of course one of them is looking to start a family so unless you want to, I won't set you up with her."

"I'm sorry!" Tim said suddenly, standing up as Daren did. "Aomine! Daren." He said, standing in front of the man. "No, hey, don't say that." he rubbed the man's hands comfortingly. "Call Iroh, tell him you need to take the day off. You're tired right now, and I said something really bad. You shouldn't go to work like this." Tim carefully took the jacket from the officer. "You haven't destroyed me."

"Daren you won't break me at all." he said softly. "Daren." he was a bit more stern. "Daren you don't ruin anyone's life." The next sentence threw him off guard? She? Them? "Aomine!" but the door shut, Tim hesitating on following but as he opened the door he heard footsteps down the stairs. No elevator. he sighed, gently closing and locking it back up. He didn't have work today, what could he do?

Looking at the state of disarray, no doubt from Daren staying up all night worrying, the man decided it would be best to clean. But where was the cleaning supplies? He found a few things in the kitchen, resting them on the coffee table before looking for a broom cupboard. He stopped though at the office. This should be closed. Tim wasn't allowed to look in here. But his legs moved in, eyes scanning the room before landing on the picture. He picked it up, looking at the woman in it. She was pretty, but it looked worn around the edges, the black and white coloring itself was faded even. Tim analyzed it, putting his fingers where it seemed most faded and bent. Aomine held this picture often.

He shouldn't have, but slowly he sat down, holding the picture in one hand before gently opening the folder, was this her name right here? Another glance at the happy picture, heart twisting and saying this didn't bode well, but the hazel eyes looked back down and started to read.

He read slowly, eyes going through the words, slowly widening. This had been Aomine's partner. They'd been captured during a raid. Tim didn't want to read this, he didn't want to but he couldn't stop either. he held his fingers over his lips, Nevina's picture now tight in his hand, and now he could understand where those small creases came from, they were bending where in the places he held, that Aomine held.

He carried her out on his back, Tim already knowing it was a bad move, eyes tearing up. She was shot. Multiple times. But it was the ending that had Tim bolt up from the chair, the fire landing all over the floor at his feet. Pregnant. She'd been pregnant. That time of the hospital came to him, where Aomine ha kissed his head and apologized saying it had been automatic, his girlfriend having slept like that.

He wanted to apologize to the picture, or compliment her, but he was crying, forcing himself to crouch down and carefully organize everything back into the folder, placing it on the desk like he'd found it. He closed the office door behind him as he exited, wanting to go lie down and curl up. "You're attracted to men who've been married." he laughed through his tears, walking back to the coffee table and grabbing the cleaning supplies. He was going to clean and then maybe retire to bed. He felt too much pity and sympathy for Aomine, and now he felt incredibly guilty. He would just clean and lay down. he could blame the headache still pounding in the back of his head.

Tim was laying in his bed in his boxers, scrubs currently in the dryer and the house was sparkling. He felt depressed. It initially started as sympathy for Daren but it started to become negative and aimed itself at Tim, snowballing from there. His only way to cope was to strip down to his boxers and lay in his bed. He supposed it was good he wasn't feeling sorry for Daren anymore. Obviously the man hadn't completely gotten over it, no doubt family still being a sore issue, but for the most part he seemed like he was over it.

Or Daren was just a good actor.

The familiar jingle of keys was faint, but the door opened and the footsteps were definitely familiar. Tim continued to stare at the glasses on his nightstand, hearing Aomine take his shoes off next. When the red-head was finally called his closed his eyes. "I got a second wind of that hangover." he called meagerly, lifting the blankets to cover his head, curling up. "I'd rather not go out." He wasn't sure he could act like he never read that case file. He didn't trust himself that much.

"You could compliment my wonderful cleaning skills. Though Apple spilled some Windex on her so I had to wash her off." it was getting hot under the blankets but he dare not poke his head out. "I'll be fine. If I feel better I may go make myself some more soup from this morning. Did you eat a healthy lunch? Should I make you something?" No wait! He couldn't take that back now! Gosh darnit Timothy, think before you speak. Now if Daren did want something to eat he'd have to get out from hiding.