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The other man saw the tanned cheeks turn just a hair shade darker and smiled. "I-I'd like that, yes." and smiled before nervously reaching up towards the other's face, cupping it. Why was he so nervous? He'd kissed plenty of men, especially in plenty more lewd ways. People closed their eyes, right. He felt a blush creeping over his face. Just a kiss, a small kiss. a thank you. He leaned forward, glancing from the lips to the dark blue eyes before closing them and finding the other's lips softly with his own.

"What's going on here?" rachel asked from the doorway with a grin, watching her son snap so far away from Daren he nearly fell off the bed.

"I thought you were going to change that lock." Amanda said with a raised eyebrow. "Really, it's not safe."

"We just came to drop by, see how you guys were doing since you weren't in all day yesterday. Iroh gave us a call though to tell us he'd taken a bad tumble down the stairs."

"We brought some of Tim's old things." Amanda said, motioning towards boxes in the hallway. "Just some books and trinkets and whatnot. Probably should've brought a chastity belt judging by the looks of you two."

"You'd crush the key?"

"I'd melt it down."

Rachel chuckled. 'You guys want some breakfast?"

Rachel stared with a humored smile, Amanda beside her with a frown, arms crossed and finger tapping against her elbow.

"I see two shirtless men in bed with each other, one of which just got out of a very bad relationship."

"Tim's wearing pants, Amanda." the tanned woman pointed out as Daren got out of bed, covering his scarred torso with a pillow.

Timothy hadn't seen, getting out of bed with a face as red as his hair. "I, I need to change. Um. Mother." and tried to find a way around her until she finally moved, shuffling quickly to his room. "Friends. Just friends." and closed his door.

"I think it'd be better if we cooked, Aomine." Rachel said, walking towards him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Yep. Come on you get to sit down like a good boy. We've all seen you shirtless. C'mon." and with a strength only a mother had forced him out to the dining room and sat him down. "Amanda, go cook."

"Yay!" Amanda went happily to the kitchen, knowing for once her bad cooking would come in handy.

Rachel sat down across from the man, smile gone and analyzing him thoroughly. "We'll wait for Timothy." might as well let the man sweat some bullets first. "Do you have coffee?"

Rachel had left the table to make herself some coffee, small chit chat going on in the kitchen before she returned with three mugs, setting one down in front of Daren, another in front of where Tim would sit and then another in front of her own seat. "Amanda you wanted tea, right?" she asked when re-entering the kitchen.

Timothy slowly dressed himself, biting and chewing his lip partially because of nerves and partially because he'd kissed Daren. He shouldn't have, he knew that. It was wrong an bad and friends didn't kiss friends, according to Daren, even if they asked. He smoothed out his shirt before slowly walking out. He... he had to think of a reason, an excuse. Though seeing his mom set the table, spying the coffee mug beside Daren he resigned himself to his fate and sat down.

"Kissing in bed." Rachel sad after taking a long sip of coffee. "No shirts. Normally such cases leads to other things." she poured a bit of milk in her mug and stirred. "Daren already said you could ask, Timothy. A friendly kiss on the lips." and looked up at him, eyes sharp.

Timothy nodded. "I, it, I mean, we were just, friends! Kissing! Just on the lips! A quick peck!" It was only a peck because Rachel had jumped in befoer it could get any deeper. "It had no meaning! I, I had a nightmare so that's why we were in the same bed! I dreamt Andrew had found me and had escaped from the prison--" he paused and paled.

Andrew had escaped from the prison.

"Don't go having a panic attack." Rachel said softly, watching how quickly her son lost color. "Just, as long as you guys weren't doing anything. Timothy, Daren I know you're not a bad guy, but don't start clinging because you're out of a relationship. Please don't. It will hurt more in the end." Not that she could stop him, watching her son sip at his coffee. She could only warn him, what he did was his own choice. "Just be safe."

"Breakfast!" Amanda said, bringing out the large pan and filling all of their plates with questionable eggs and bacon. "and condoms." and brought out a strip of them and placed them in Daren's food. "There we go.

"Y-You've scared him off." Timothy said softly as Daren left, secretly envying him for being able to leave. Timothy himself could never do that to his own parents.

"You shouldn't be kissing him so suddenly. Timothy why would you do that?"

The man looked down sadly. "I don't... I don't know... Andrew and I were always intimate, maybe not publicly but we held hands and what not. I just... I miss that. Being intimate. And we were so cose and laughing I just... and I had to ask."

Rachel felt guilty as a parent. Her and Amanda had always hugged and loved on Timothy and now she felt guilty that maybe he still craved it as an adult. "Tell you what, Amanda, you and TIm go get some breakfast to go. Like Ihop or something."

"But I worked so hard!" she exclaimed. "Look at this spread! I didn't burn the bacon!"

"Amanda, you and Timothy should go get Ihop." Rachel repeated, letting it sink in.

"Oh. Oh. yes. TImothy let's go get Ihop! They have cheesecake pancakes that are to die for!" and helped him put his shoes and coats on before leaving with him.

Rachel sat there, sipping her own coffee and then Tim's, waiting for Daren. She looked around the living room, dining room and kitchen before cleaning off their plates and washing them, feeling bad at the wasted food. However Daren returned and she looked at him. "Coffee or tea?" she asked. "Your previous mug got cold." and saw him glance around before adding quickly, "Tim and Amanda went out to fetch some things. It's just you and me right now."

"Don't be so formal, Aomine. We're both adults." she said with a small smile, pouring herself some more coffee and sitting down. "It's obvious now I've been a bad parent, but there's been something nagging at me for quite some time." and let her eyes trail down to his covered chest. "Those aren't wounds you'd get in the field or on accident, and I've seen some pretty odd scars in the construction business." she blew on her drink before taking a sip. "You help abuse cases and you're scarred in ways similar to them. Tell me, Daren, were you abused as a child?" had no one saved him thus making him want to save others?"

"Take your time," she murmured as his voice cracked. "They'll be gone for a while." and let him gather his thoughts, staying silent as he spoke. Domestic abuse, a child with no one to save him when the savior passed on. That's all she needed to know. "Daren, be careful with my song. I realize now I instilled a bad habit in him and that's being openly affectionate. I don't... I don't want him latching onto you just because you saved him. He's always latched but now it's very dangerous, especially since that's how he became friends with Andrew and Andrew took advantage of that."

She sighed. "Timothy called every day during college and he mentioned he made a new friend in his business class, then he missed a call but I didn't worry about it and he called the next day, apologizing. Then he'd miss a few more calls but he'd always call back. He brought Andrew home that Christmas to visit. I never liked him but Timmy did, and then one day Timothy called... and I just know he was whispering, saying he loved us before hanging up." and sighed. "I don't want him to end up like that again and him clinging to you is worrisome because what if he clings to hard? I'm not saying just push him away but, slowly, bits by bits."

Rachel nodded, listening to the man. It sounded good but it wasn't perfect. It wasn't by her rules. But Aomine wouldn't let Timothy become dependent, not like he had with Andrew. "Okay. It's not exactly how I'd like it but you're right." she nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "That's fine. But all I ask is that the kissing in bed stop. At least the two of you shirtless in bed. Just, no more kissing in bed. Small kisses, no tongue. If I walk in and you two are licking at each other like dehydrated dogs I will call the men from construction and beat your a** before tying it to the top of the two story daycare, you hear me?" she asked, but she was relieved.

"Please deal with your trauma eventually, Aomine. I don't want you taking it out on my son. I know how it is to try and trust a psychologist but they're good people. I won't give you sympathy but don't take your trauma out on my son. I don't want him hurt again." and looked at his chest, knowing where some scars where already. "I don't know how you'll break the news to him but you're right, after that relationship it will be good for him. Seeing a shrink."

But the woman shook her head. "I can just call her and check on her, she can't really reveal anything to me about Timothy's sessions but I'd just like to know if he's doing okay. After seeing how Andrew micromanaged my son's life I'd like to give him space. We may not have micromanaged but we pushed him to do a lot. I trust you, Aomine, I really do. Right now it's just everything else I don't trust. Shrink's in general are hard to trust."