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Daren crossed his arms, "did you know that day when i found you down in the basement, i wasn't scared or worried, i was anger. Actually, i was furious. because of that anger, i was able to move, despite being shot. i was able to help you that day because i got angry, Tim. at the time, however, i didn't loose control. i still stayed between you and Givens and tried to end things peacefully. the trick is controlling the anger and not letting it control you. right now your only association with anger that is firmly planted in your head is what Givens would do to you when angry, but he wasn't normal, Tim." the doors opened and Daren led the way out, "he is sick, only people like him hurt others when they are angry and enjoy it."

Daren hid a smile, Tim was getting mad, even if he didn't like it, but that was a good thing. "yeah, yeah, i already told you. no working until your completely recovered and your little stint down in the basement proved that you're not going to pace yourself like you should, Tim." he opened the door and head in, shaking his head, "look, i'll call your boss tomorrow. you'll have your job back by the end of the week. stop nagging about it, will you?" he glanced over and shook his head before pulling Tim into a hug, "you know i'm just worried that your moms are going to kill me if i let you go out and about before you're ready, right?" he let go and head to the kitchen for some water, "oh, and i might be a bit worried about you too, silly."

Daren brought in a glass of water for Tim and sat next to him, "you only got out of the hospital after nearly dying a few days ago, how dare you not exercise?" he chuckled and shook his head, "honestly, i think more people would be worried if they knew i let you down there, which is why it's our little secret, right?" he winked before standing up with a groan, "we should stretch so your muscles don't tighten and get painful"

Daren took the glass and pulled Tim to his feet, "too bad. you won't be able to move in and hour's time if you don't. i'll warm up some lotion and give you a massage too, but you're still going to be feeling that later." he shook his head and moved the coffee table to make room. "right, and touch your toes-" he instructed as he stretched as well.

Daren didn't let up until he was sure that Tim's legs wouldn't be cramping on him. he finally called enough and went to get another glass of water. "you'll still be sore, but a lot less that you would have been. trust me, i've made that mistake before." he'd been surprised by Tim's flexibility, but when he thought of why Tim would be so flexible, it made him a little sick. "you did a good job, really. how about we shower and rest a bit before going out to eat. i'm feeling seafood, how about you?"

Very, very carefully, as softly as he possibly could, Daren flicked Tim's forehead. "don't give me that. you worked out, didn't you? that's enough for me. don't put yourself down so much, Tim." he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "but if you don't feel like seafood, we don't have to get it. i just thought i'd treat you as a sort of apology for earlier. i wasn't very kind to you." he felt guilty about what he's said down in the basement. Tim didn't need his baggage added onto what those skinny shoulders already carried.

Daren shook his head, "no, i shouldn't have spoken like that. i trust you, it's nothing like that where i think you will try to use it against me, but-i don't want to add to the burden you are already baring." he smiled a little at Tim, "you're so strong to be able to stand up and keep going after everything. you might not believe me, but it's impressive and i'm awed by how strong you are. i don't want to test that strength by adding the weight of my own burdens." he looked away, out the window and not at Tim, "so stay in then, huh? what do you want?"