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Tim's eyebrows raised hearing the man's voice, though it sounded off and the coughing proved he may not have been speaking for a while. Tim knew that feeling. He looked around, adjusting his glasses before seating himself on a chair.

"No, you're not pathetic, Daren. You're not a coward either. It's more avoidance than cowardice." Tim glanced around. "And I'm not completely healthy. I take three sorts of vitamins. Malnutrition from Andrew that hasn't come back yet. and the therapist has me on anti-depressants, anti-anxiety pills, a pill to give me energy in the morning and one to prevent mood swings." he gave a soft chuckle. "I think that last one was just because I kept on flopping over or trying to throw her couch."

He looked at his shoes. "I tried calling your work the first week after therapy, they said you'd transferred somewhere else and they didn't know where. I'm sorry I couldn't come visit."

Tim wasn't sure whether no longer needing the medication was a good or bad thing. He might fall apart without it, and that frightened him. "If Caesar kidnapped you... yea, you wouldn't know what to give." He glanced up, giving a small smile, about to look back down but slowly his face turned into one of confusion. "I didn't tell you I was moving in with Andy."

Tim thought a moment. He didn't recall Andy buying any new suits either. Maybe he'd just gone by to visit, Andy did own more suits than Tim and Caesar was pretty friendly with everyone.

Unless he worked for Caesar.

The red-head held this thought for a moment, adding in Daren's words with them. "I dunno he's pretty tiny and he's pretty narrow. I don't think he'd be able to protect me as so much as be a mild roadblock for anyone trying to get in my way." Did he work for Caesar? It seemed a bit far fetched. He'd have to ask when he saw him again, Andy.

But the business man walked in, Tim looking curious and somewhat concerned but stayed silent, tilting his body to see what was going on, the light showing what Tim couldn't see. "D-Did someone hit you?!"

Tim stood there, looking at the man, more worried now than before. Hearing that Daren thought he deserved this his look broke down even more. Daren didn't deserve any of this. The abuse, the harassment, none of it.

He moved forward after the mafia lord left, gently reaching out and touching the wound on his face. "Then we won't. I'm just... this is awful. I'm sorry they did this to you. Had I known... but you're okay, right? Um, food. You should probably eat. You can't heal if you don't have proper nutrients in your body."

"That's good. Beatings are managable." before he could ask, Daren quickly killed the thoughts of him having been violated sexually, relief flooding Timothy. "Thank god." He looked at the food on the nightstand, shaking his head. "Daren you've gotten thinner. you had muscles." and gently felt his shoulders. "You can't exercise and not eat. You'll become skinny like me."

Could he get Daren out? "No, I don't think I can. They told me the same thing, have you agree to stay and they'll let you out. But, you wanted to leave right? I'm not really one to stop people from doing what they want, so long as it makes you happy. but, the news is completely gone. There's no hide or hair of you on television. So, you know, no one will hate you."

But was Tim happy? "Andy's been really helpful, and he's a great roommate to have. We've been debating getting a pet bird for the apartment, and I discussed it with Jason and he was quick to warn me on diseases birds have. And he's been loving and we've gone out on dates, and he's a cuddler. Work's been great as well, well, normal I guess, but certainly not bad." But was he happy? "I just, I really miss you, Daren. It's lonely without you around."

Tim perked hearing that Daren might agree, nodding quickly and smiling. "Y-You should come now! A few weeks is enough! Please come back, Daren." He wanted to hug the man tightly and beg him to stay, but held himself back. "Do you mean it? Are you going to come back? I promise I won't move in with you if you don't want it."

He couldn't help but beam, smiling brightly at Daren and about to take that wanted hug until he invited the outsiders in. The red-head did crawl onto the bed and sit beside his friend, watching the doctor carefully, understanding what he was searching for after being in the hospital so many times. The skin was truly grotesque, Tim's own fingers lightly touching a few bruises on Daren's side before resting his forehead on the man's shoulder apologetically. He really wished he could have prevented this.

"Th-That's a lot!" Tim exclaimed, moving as Daren and the doctor both agreed to fix them. The noises were enough to make the man cringe, not bothering to watch but sitting on the bed still. His head was simply turned the other way. "D-Does he need pain medication? Are you feeling any side effects? Daren how are you feeling does anything hurt?"