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He smiled and led the way, going into the laundry room and pulling out the ironing board. Odd, it didn't feel as rough as before. Was the thread count different? He took a moment to stare at the familiar design, noticing where the colors were faded because of Daren's habits. Maybe it was just Tim, he hadn't been in this place for over a month. He could have sworn it was made out of a bad quality material though. His poor brain was playing tricks on him.

"Yep! Since our company is rather large to begin with we're divided. I'm on team Alpha for the financial department, Andy's on Beta. I know IT also has a Gamma team because we have some technological inept employees." he chuckled, placing the shrit on the table and turning on the iron, waiting for it to heat up before seeing the smile, laughing.

"You're more than welcomed to come! I know my parents can't make it because school started up and the other has a meeting about a new project.They're building suburbs off J street. And Jason, well whenever he says he's not busy he ends up busy, so if he comes he comes and if not oh well. But if you're sure you can come that'd make me really happy." at the loud click he grabbed the handle and began ironing, the color decorating the white fabric a green color.

"Ah, maybe. He helped you too, right? that'd be a great way to thank him." he turned the shirt, ironing the other side now before glancing over at Daren, quickly looking back down. "I'm totally okay with staying over. And I told Jason I'd be hanging out over at a friend's house and to call or text if he needed me. he's fine with it I'm sure." and smiled at Daren, hoping to convince him before finishing the shirt, finding a hanger and hanging it on a hook on the door before going to work on the pants. "Everything will be fine. I get paranoid sleeping alone anyway. I'm sure he understands."

"Well, we have to be right? he gets called away at odd hours for his work. How many people would assume he's cheating? Doctor's don't always have organized schedules, and he's a trauma center surgeon so when something bad really happens he gets called in." He finished his pants, carefully folding them and placing them on the hanger as well, finding his green socks from the duffel and ironing those next.

"If you think I look good in suits you should see me in the uniform." He'd already shown the uniform to Jason. It was Jason approved. Or it was going to be until a two buses and a sedan got into an accident. Poor sedan.

"Hm, we closed another deal with someone in Bolivia. So I get a Christmas bonus this year." The socks were placed on top of the pants before he took out a simple white under shirt, pressing that to the ironing board. "And there's still Andy and occasionally some of the women and sometimes Daniel, but for the most part I'm good. No one babies me or buys me lunch. We got this new salad bar downstairs in the lobby though. Makes all sorts of salads. Teriyaki chicken, they're good. I brought Jason one the other day. I brought him, oh what did I bring him again?" Tim paused, raising the iron and thinking. "Baja... Baja something. Baja... Baja shrimp cobb! He really enjoyed that." and turned the shirt over. "But that's really it. Now that I know Andy is in the Mafia I understand his need to watch me like a protective dog. Chihuaha. Something small and yips a lot."

But Tim still would be friends with Andy, it certainly wasn't a bad relationship. "he was really depressed about losing his goo fridge." and laughed.

"Right? That's exactly how I see him! And maybe with a gun and shooting from behind so he doesn't ruin his suit." he chuckled, turning off the iron and hanging up the shirt, looking at his uniform and picking off any pills or cat hairs. He could lint-roll it tomorrow.

"Oh? You went to visit him?" Tim looked over and smiled. "You called it. You definitely win. He was so angry and sad. We spent all day cleaning goop off the kitchen floor. We need new tile now, it stained permanently and we've tried bleach. We also had all the windows open to air out the smell but the weather's so cold we couldn't do it for long." he sighed, unplugging the iron and wrapping the iron, putting it away along with the ironing board.

"But what else has changed? I'm not skin and bones anymore!" he exclaimed. "I've been eating healthy and exercising and with the self defense course my I'm nearly back to normal. Let me show you." he unbuttoned his shirt quickly with little second thought, though there was an undershirt underneath the dress shirt.

The pink shirt was taken off, arms definitely holding muscle it didn't have a month ago, though nothing too bulky, but one could definitely point out the muscle lines. "I've had to work extra hard since I'm mostly a pitcher, but since they don't want to stress me out I'm just a runner." He lifted the shirt, showing off the stomach and part of his chest, the scars from Andrew faint. "See?" he grinned proudly. "I'm pretty much back to normal, minus the medication." he dropped the shirt, moving the pink shirt over his arm. "Muscles everywhere now. I could probably keep up with you now Mr. Basketball." and laughed softly.

The red-head grinned at the comment, leaning against the closet before listening some more, nodding. That was right, Daren had been locked away for over a month. How loyal of Andy to try and get him to stay, Tim was thankful, really.

But he quickly followed the officer out, "If you'd like to help me you could. I wish I could have gotten updates on you, though. I was really scared that something had happened. You fell off the face of the planet. But yes, if you'd like to help me train you can."

Tim looked at Daren a moment before suddenly trying to hold back laughter, snorting and chuckling, biting his lower lip to stay silent. It shouldn't have been funny. It really shouldn't have been. "W-We seem to be on opposite sides now." he said between snickers. It shouldn't have been funny at all.

"Nonetheless, we'll work on getting you back to normal. You should have eaten though. Caesar wouldn't have poisoned your food if they wanted me to live with you again." He leaned against Daren before hugging him tight. You do feel pretty skinny."

"Really, Daren. You should have eaten.What if he did shove it down your throat?" Tim made a face, "Though I suppose you're right, he wouldn't be so cruel." he stayed under Daren's arm, his own still loosely wrapped around the man's waist. "So we still have an entire evening what do we do now?" It seemed to be normal for them, Tim thought, deciding to take a nap and then that nap lasting some few hours.

Considering he stayed at Caesar's til about one, then he was officially at Daren's with bags at 1:45, then they napped and it was like 5pm now.

"I think the sun is actually setting. We should go see if we can catch fireflies."

Tim's stomach clenched so tight with guilt he was afraid he was going to vomit. He'd completely forgotten about the bakery.Had they wanted to see him? Ask him questions? He shouldn't have felt guilty technically they weren't his friends at all.

"I think that'd be a good idea. I'm sure they're very worried about you. I know I was when you seemingly fell off the face of the earth. We should go see them. I'm sure they have plenty of your favorites freshly baked for when you arrive." Tim smiled at Daren. "I'll go fetch our shoes and some jackets, okay?" and walked off to retrieve them.

He still wasn't sure if he could walk into a bakery yet... but for the sake of easing that family's mind, a family so thankful for Daren, he'd suffer through it.