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So the elevator it was then, Timothy happily waiting for it to come up and then waiting for it to go down, legs starting to speak of their soreness and urge to sit. No, not yet, he could handle it! He followed after Aomine like a dog, sleeves just barely showing the tips of his longest fingers. "Oh, su--no!" he shouted suddenly ,remembering Andrew was here and looked back inside the building nervously. Had he passed him? Was he even inside? Was he gone? What if he was still outside. "W-we can walk! I don't mind! Let's walk to the car!" and clung to the man's arm, now needing the protection, Andrew looming in the back of his mind.

"N-Nothing's wrong." He said, scanning between each care carefully, analyzing every person that moved, every man twice as hard. "The car is safe." he agreed, walking, continuing to stay close to the officer. when they got closer to their car another person was getting out of the car next to theirs. Timothy had to stop, holding Aomine back until it was confirmed it was a woman, after that they were sitting in the car and starting to drive off. "I am hungry, actually." he murmured, continuing to scan the parking lot, head turning in every direction.

"I-I didn't hear either of you." he said, lowering slightly while looking at a man they drove past, rising when it wasn't Andrew. "While I was alone I... I saw Andrew in front of the hospital. I think I did, anyway." and looked at aomine before down at the emergency brake. "It could be my imagination, but he looked very real to me. I don't... I don't know what he's doing here if he's still in prison." and looked back up at Daren. "I don't understand. I wasn't this... this paranoid before."

The man lost nearly all color in his face and neck, turning a sickly white. "Andrew... disappeared." he whispered weakly, feeling stomach bile rise slowly. He'd escaped. He was going to find Timothy, find him and put him in that dungeon. Panic and worry quickly started to flood his system, breathing getting shorter and louder until he had to cover his own mouth, tears filling his eyes. "Daren," he whimpered, now truly afraid for his life. "No, please, oh my god no."

Timothy couldn't help but give a short yell as he was suddenly unbuckled and pulled into the other's lap, the door against his back with Aomine's arms around him. "But.. but he's out there." he said weakly, turning to hug the other close for his strength more than comfort. Timothy wished he had this man's strength, he really did. Breathing began to slow, the whispered words of encouragement helping the man greatly. "Wh-When we get home, hold me some more, okay?" because he felt safe and he was jealous of the courage Aomine possessed. "B-But we need to get driving." and turned to look out the window, cars slowing down to try and see what was wrong. "Th-They're staring." And slid back over to his seat and buckled up, blushing slightly at what the cars saw. No doubt they'd take it the wrong way.

"I don't... know." he responded "I mean, I'm not really the type to fight. Or defend." He'd always try with Andrew but it always got worse. It sort of removed his 'fighting spirit' and Timothy really preferred to be non-violent. He sighed and stepped out of the car, keeping a hand on it as he walked before holding on gently to the officer's arm. "I'm sorry I've been so much trouble." he said softly, looking around before focusing on a car. "Isn't that mother's car?" he asked, pointing to the small Mini Cooper.

Timothy smiled weakly at the man. "J-Just say I tripped over my pajama pants." he said, trying to comfort the man as they walked inside. He had to admit facing his mother was rather horrifying, especially if he came without Mom. "To be honest I prefer the gun as well." and stood in the elevator, holding on to the man as he heard the beeps of the metal box rising. "Feeding them is worth a shot. Everyone always thinks better on a stomach full of food." and shuffled out into the hallway when it landed on their floor. "That's expected." the door was lockpicked and inside was the smell of food cooking, Rachel's voice comforting words while something angry was working in the kitchen.

The taller woman noticed them first, ushering them inside despite it being Aomine's home. "sweetheart they're here."

"THANK THE LORD!' and Amanda rushed out, hugging her baby who tried not to flinch, hugging her back.

"W-We're home."

"You," the chihuahua's gaze turned to Aomine. "What happened?!"

"Calm down, Amanda. I'm sure they have a logical explanation."