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Someone like Aomine? But there was nothing wrong with Aomine, was there? Sure he had a bad history, but so did Tim. And Daren worked real hard seeing his own past again and again and again. ... Timothy had actually never seen Aomine's job that way before, hazel eyes looking up. The man saw his childhood over and over and over again. Had someone saved him from it? Is that way he saved all these other children, because no one saved him?

Someone called and the officer beside him responded, business man looking at the cop car. They were going to get a ride in the back of a cop car? Would people see them and think they were going to prison? He smiled a little at the thought, getting in and buckling himself up right in the middle so he could still sit beside Aomine and still hold his hand, head quickly resting on his shoulder when Aomine was settled in.

He was tired now, brain giving the quick thought that maybe they shouldn't go out to eat. Tim quickly put that thought to rest. He'd nearly died. He nearly died and Aomine would think he hated him and he didn't want that. He deserved seafood tonight and he was going to eat lots of it.

"I just thought that, since you didn't respond, I would tape a plastic baggie around it." and after a few seconds of silence he giggled at the thought.

Timothy gave a small laugh. "I guess we'll stick with that, then. I hope masking tape doesn't hurt." He peered down his shirt "They'll hurt when they rip at the chest hairs." What few thin ones he had. They were nearly blonde but there were a few red ones. "Thank you John." He said weakly, still thinking about the minute pain of chest hairs while getting out of the car. "Wait, baby?" He turned to congratulate the man on the baby but the car was gone.

With a small mental congratulations he turned and continued walking beside Daren, patting the gauze padding before looking up at the elevator. "Well, we can take a few minutes before going, so after we both shower, how does that sound? I know there's this place by Stockholm road with good seafood but I can't remember where exactly."

"Really? They must be very happy! I know Mother tried a few times to get inseminated a few times before having me. Mom said Mother was so happy she cried tears of joy and frustration because her 'stupid uterus finally got pregnant.'" He chuckled, following Aomine as he got the clothes before going back to the kitchen, finally letting go because his hand was sweaty. He blushed a little at that and tried to discreetly wipe the sweat on his pants as Aomine got the tape and bags.

"Um, didn't you break the wall of your shower, Aomine? We should probably use mine."

"I think what it needs is more than a repair kit. Like a new piece of sheetrock and glue." he murmured as he took off his shirt, swallowing nervously as the tape touched his skin.

He remembered tape, around his wrists, ankles, mouth, head, eyes even. He had always worried when Andrew taped his mouth that he would tape his nose too and let him suffocate to death, but he never did. It took a lot to convince himself that Aomine wasn't going to do that, watching the bag be taped over the stitches.

"I trust you, Daren. Don't worry. You won't hurt me." And undressed as well before going to turn the shower on, rubbing at his eyes. "I need to buy new glasses. N-Not that I can't see I can see perfectly! Just, I like wearing my glasses, everything's only a little blurry." he explained, checking the temperature before realizing how small the shower actually was. There was definitely going to be some elbow touching. "Um, who wants to go in first?"

"Really? Did someone go through everything? Andrew has a lot of things. A lot of papers." he said, somewhat worried about what one would find but in awe all the same at how someone could go through so much information. "Is she? I didn't notice she wore contacts." and stepped in, the hot water hitting his bruised face and he flinched, turning it away because it caused unintentional pain.

"Maybe she wants to be more open so she doesn't wear them? I read somewhere that wearing glasses is a way to hide yourself from the public." his back hurt so much less than his front, though his bruises shoulder did hurt from where he fell, and the back of his head.

"Well you have a handsome and intimidating face, Aomine. You could attract or frighten off anyone depending on your mood." but the sudsy cloth touched his arm and he watched where it was traveling with trust written on his face. The man wasn't going to hurt him, he knew that. It slid over the bag and the tape easily making him smile. It worked.

"It just hurts a little bit." Only when the water wasn't hitting it, anyway. He gave a smile despite the bruising and the cut lip. "Trust me, it wasn't your fault, Aomine. He would have probably done it anyway in the future." but the cloth went over his face and he closed his eyes, allowing the man to wash it and rinse it before turning. "All right. This counts as you giving me a massage." and smiled, keeping his eyes closed.

For someone so large, Timothy was surprised as time and time again when the man was gentle. He'd never had his hair washed like this before, it was nice. But the cloth over his back was nicer, wanting to lean back against Aomine but couldn't. He'd get in the way of his own washing.

But his legs...

"Um," The shower space was small, so if he bent down to wash his own legs he'd be eye level with, with 'Daren.' But if Daren did it he'd be eye level with Timothy instead! "I don't... know, um." and moved his hands to hide himself. "I guess we could just leave them."

"But then you'll be level with my butt." But he supposed it was okay. A butt was a butt. There wasn't anything that special about a butt. With a quick turn he was facing away and the rag touched his leg milliseconds after.

Don't focus on anything else but the scrubbing. He was getting clean. Nothing sexual about it, or how close Aomine's face probably was to his butt. It wasn't intentional, it really wasn't, and he found his pelvis growing warm, cheeks quickly heating up before forcing his head up and into the hot spray. Yep, focus on the pain. Nothing was bumping into his hands now.

"Th-Thank you." he said, rinsing off quickly and stepping out, grabbing a towel. His face hurt now, gently patting it dry before running the towel roughly through his hair. Bad idea. The jaw clenched in pain, forcing in the noise before gently drying off the rest of his body, removing the bag and tape and throwing it away, patting his stitches dry in case water leaked through. "I can still wash your back if you want. I don't need to get in to do that." He offered.