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Timothy flinched at the sudden rage which left Daren, taking a step back. He didn't mind seeing him weak. TIm didn't mind at all but he stood there, realizing he was trembling and looked down at Apple. It was without thought, the red-head moving forward and picking up the cat. "We'll go sleep in my room." And walked out of the bathroom, glancing where Daren was before walking out and into his room, leaving the door cracked before moving under the sheets.

He's just had a bad day is all. It was completely rational. But if it was Rational why was Tim crying? Because it had scared him or because Daren yelling had hurt? "He's just stressed." He murmured to Apple, stroking her fur for comfort. "I just stressed him out too much and that's why he yelled."

"Do you need comfort too?" Timothy asked as the kitten demanded more pets, continuing to lightly pet and scratch her.

His crying slowly started to die, but then something in his mind would rear up sayig it was Tim's fault and he'd start all over again. By the time Daren had finished his shower the man had curled around Apple, face red with swollen eyes and the sheets under his head wet. he was drying off Apple for the umpteenth time with the bedsheets. "I didn't mean to cry on you." he choked out, finishing with the drying before feeling more tears fall.

After a few more minutes a part of the bed sunk in and he stopped, holding his breath and hearing Daren's voice. "I-it's not your fault. I mean, you-you get stressed. And, and I pour my stresses on you but I don't listen to yours at all. I just sort of ignore yours and I'm really sorry. It's okay you blew up. I was being selfish." But he paused and chuckled. "It's just stress Aomine. Stress is okay."

"I cry a lot Aomine. I cry a lot just like my Mother. I cried because I couldn't open my juice box when we first met, remember?" He stroked the kitten one last time before sighing, wanting to look at Daren but afraid. "It doesn't make you weak at all, Daren. How many people have you been strong for letting them cry on you?" and he felt the strong hand on his shoulder, taking a breath before reaching up and gently placing his ingers over his, turning to look up at the blue eyes. "When you were born you were crying right? Because you were alive." and looked at the empty space in the bed, pressing his fingers as though wanting to hold Aomine's hand but let go, turning to lie down again. "Only if it comforts you. And you have to hug me for comfort, because hugging helps." he mumbled, knowing how selfish it sounded on his end.

Daren didn't need to say it a second time, the adult quickly turning and hugging the officer tightly. He held him like that for minutes like his or Daren's life depended on it. This man, Timothy must have really liked him god he was so stupid.

After an hour of tight clinging the red-head finally fell asleep, but even his subconscious refused to let go of him, shifting as Daren shifted, making sure he was either hugging him or close enough to still feel his body head. But he didn't climb on top of him now. He had feelings, he couldn't do that anymore.

Timothy did that all night before waking up, curled away from the man and under the blankets. He was tired from trying to cling to Daren. Today sounded like a good day to stay in bed all day, especially after all of the drama and near death-experiences.

"Applesauce." was all he said. "I'm too tired to chew." and chuckled. "Where's Ms. Fluffybum who keeps biting my fingers if I stop petting her?"

Apple. He meant Apple.

"Oh, is she?" before Tim had time to turn around Apple was placed in the center of his fetal position. And the next few days were really spent away from society, holed up in the apartment. The red-head didn't really mind and he chatted with his moms on facebook. Apparently Mom felt really bad for scaring Daren and had been sulking. Even Mother was getting worried. There wasn't much Tim could do about it though, saying after the lion incident him and Aomine decided to stay indoors (they didn't need to know about his nightmare).

Tim pretty much flopped anywhere, his bed, the couch, Aomine's bed, the rug on the floor in front of the tv. He'd fallen asleep like that watching the news and he'd woken up with an Apple Hat. Daren had been found holed up in his room. But the day before the party Tim cleaned himself up, realizing he'd grown a few fine hairs on his face and shaved them off., then surprisingly they went out for clothes. Daren's face was less well known but Tim had splurged money on suits and business casual. No more jeans for him! Hooray!

And khakis. Khakis were the closest thing he'd get to jeans ever.

But the day of his party he dressed in dark blue dress pants and stared at his shirts for the longest time, trying to think as to what would look good before going with a nearly white pink. No tie needed, it was casual. But then again he could always put on a funny tie, he'd bought a few. Staring at his ties he changed his entire outfit, putting on tan slacks, a light blue dress shirt and a gold tie. That looked better. He made sure his new shoes were polished before putting those on as well, going to the bathroom to finish up before walking out. he was nervous he was thirty minutes ready. Daren's shower water was just barely turning on.

So he sat and waited, the news playing on the television. he dozed off, the channel having changed programs to morning cartoons as Daren walked out and spoke his name aloud. Timothy sat and stood up quickly. "Okay I'm re--Daren it's supposed to be business casual!" he said with a smile. "You look like you're going to go to a wedding!" and chuckled, looking at the suit. "I like it."

Timothy nodded. "Much better. And I'm actually so nervous! I wish i can walk I was worried I'd be in a wheelchair still." and walked out, waiting for Daren to lock up the apartment before going down to the parking garage. "It says a lot of people showed up but what if they didn't? What if only a handful showed up?"