slowly winding down

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Who: Tim Wayne and 1) Timothy, 2) Misaka #10032
When: 1) Dark of Friday morning, 2) Friday afternoon
Where: 1) 16D, 2) Common area of Suite 2
Summary: 1) After debriefing Bucky on THE SITUATION with Jason, Tim goes to find a room that he feels safe sleeping in. 2) The past two weeks warrant an actual drinking session. For real. Tim finds a partner

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It is dark, it is early but in a place like this it is never a bad hour nor a good hour, it is simply time. The seconds, minutes and hours tick by without much semblance in the realm of the facility and with his on and off again schedule of sleep, Timothy is not prone to set hours particularly since dream week and the injuries that followed keeping him up at the proverbial night. Still, he is resting, trying to ignore the small throbbing of pain that still remained within his hands, upon his leg and the bruises that scattered his body. It was something he could deal with as he was no longer writhing in a state of near death. Turning over onto his side, eyes lightly shut he lets out a sigh but the breath is interrupted when he hears the knocking on the door and it stirs him.

Pushing himself up from lying down, he switches on the light before twisting his body from the sheets and standing up slowly. Carefully taking steps to the door, he wraps a bandaged hand around the handle and pulls it open.

"Tim?" He looks and sounds quietly

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When he hears Timothy's voice, he immediately feels miserable for dragging his problems here. Timothy has enough to worry about with recovering, he shouldn't have come here. Tim takes a step back, head bowing apologetically.

"Hey. Uh." Drags a hand over the back of his neck, heeling brushing over slowly-blooming bruises. He adjusts his collar. "Listen, I'm--really sorry about this. You--I just need a place to stay. Tonight. I don't wanna bother you, I'll sleep on the floor, it's just for like...forty minutes, I just need a quick cycle--

"If--if that's okay."

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The others apologetic nature is obvious but Timothy's more worried than insulted by the other showing up at his door. Tim does not seem like the one to request for help, for something even as simple as shelter, easily and so it is slightly perturbing to see him there, acting nervous and with injuries slowly coming to light as his eyes adjust to the scene and surroundings. A pause and he shakes his head, not at denial but the first thing he does is reply with a soft and even tone, concern evident.

"Tim." He comments quietly and evens his eyes to the others face as he steps to the side, a silent cue to enter.

"You can stay as long as you want, don't ever worry about it but--are you alright?"

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He comes inside humble, slouched into himself and avoiding eye contact. "I'm okay. I'm." Tim paces a small circle on the floor, scrubs his palm over his face. "My brother came into my room. Barnes--Barnes took him out, but I can't--be there right now, just--" Both hands stop over his eyes, fingertips just digging into his hairline. A hard swallow. "I'm sorry. I should've--I didn't want to call, but I should've warned you I was. Was on the way. I'm--sorry."

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Its not an manner in which he has ever seen the other and it has him even more concerned the more his lips part and he listens to the way he speaks. A frown in place upon his own features, Timothy takes a small breath and shuts the door behind him, moving to carefully and quietly approach the other but keeping a respectful distance between, noting the pacing and the way Tim's hands tread through his own dark strands of inky hair. He reaches out though and places a hand on the others elbow, hesitant but just something to catch his attention in the least.

"It's okay, really. Stop apologizing, you don't need to--you never need to." He attempts to make eye contact the best he can.

"I don't mind, at all."

Short post, sorry. >: | Also, protip: give hugs.

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The contact is a little too much. Not inappropriate or unwelcome by any means, but Tim folds further in at the touch. Elbows close, head closer, breath catching after a sharp, thin inhale. Close up, just hide.

I GUESS I COULD TRY? >:U

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He withdraws his hand quietly when the other closes in, watching him, eyes fixed carefully as in the silence of the moment his mind turns. Unsure what to do, what to say at this point he takes in a breath and then releases it slowly. The other is obviously upset, he is shutting down and while he is not certain as to what words should pass his lips, he's not about to just let him completely destroy himself by keeping in something that has caused Tim to turn to this state.

"Tim--" Timothy finally speaks as he reaches out, placing a hand firm on the others shoulder and taking a step to close the space between. Arms draw around the other into a embrace that is hesitant at first then soon the hesitance is abandoned for something more supportive, something warmer.

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Timothy's arms curl around him and his initial reaction is disgust. This shouldn't have shaken him up. He's dealt with much, much worse by himself. Timothy is still injured, and his experience was considerably more grievous than Tim's, and at least Tim has other people, and he's supposed to be stronger than this, better than this!

Those thoughts equate physically to held breath and full-form tightness for all of two seconds. Then Tim sighs (there's a whine somewhere in there that he's trying desperately to suppress) and releases. Hands slide away from his face, and he presses his forehead against Timothy's shoulder, links his arms around the other's waist. One hand fists into the fabric just between Timothy's shoulderblades. He doesn't say anything, just holds and shakes.

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Sometimes moments need no words and this is one of them. Timothy is not so socially inept that he cannot read the mood and right now, he knows that his lips will remain shut despite his worry for the other. Expecting to be shoved away from his attempts in consoling the other in a most basic form of affection, he is surprised when he is not though it does not read on his face. Only his eyebrows knit together slightly as he feels the other settle more into the embrace, his hands sliding to tighten the hold as he can feel him shaking against him. So seeking to offer comfort, he shifts and places his arms around the other more, chin resting against the side of his head, feeling the weight of Tim's upon his shoulder.

It's different in comparison to the violence of the weeks at the facility but it is peaceful in a way, despite the circumstances, despite the concern. Timothy stays silent, letting the other be the one to pull back whenever he wishes.

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He holds on longer than he should, but it's safe. The contact is so, so different than the desperate, frantic sort of attention he's had from the family; he stops clinging after a little while, but Tim keeps them knotted gently until he can actually breath. He's very good at holding his breath, so this ends up being quite the length of time.

He shakes his head against (nuzzles into) Timothy's shoulder once before finally pulling back, squeezing just once at the other's sides before breaking touch completely. "Sorry." Wipes at his eyes, combs his hair back. "Sorry, it's--long day. Night. Hour."

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When the other starts to breathe, starts to move once more he loosens his hold slightly and waits, feeling the tug in retreat as he allows his arms and hands to slip away from the hold he has upon the other, drawing his head upright once more and opening his eyes fully, trying to school away the expression of concern that lingers behind his eyes. The squeeze at his sides lingers while his own withdraw was not without the drag of fingertips, still the moment passes. Hands as he sides once more, he reaches over to the table where Kate, Bucky and Tommy had left behind water for him for the week--taking one of the bottles and offering it to the other, holding it out.

"Stop apologizing." Timothy offers his words finally, not sure whether he should breach the subject on what happened exactly or allow the other time to wind down.

"You don't need to, just relax--the best you can, okay?"

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"A person should apologize for intruding." He protests weakly, taking the bottle and cracking it open. "I--it's really inappropriate of me to come here, but..." Shakes his head, lips just lingering over the mouth of the bottle. "...I don't know. I didn't feel safe. It's not rational, but...there it is." You'll excuse him if he just downs the bottle in one go. If it's any consolation, the water helps.

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Holding up a hand palm forward, he shakes his head to the fires comment before gesturing out to take the empty bottle from the other, not minding at all that he consumed the entire thing. He's been taking his time with sips through the water, not wanting to waste it just in case someone really truly needed it more than he did. "It's not intruding, I opened the door and let you in--it's not like you broke it down or anything. Asides, if you don't feel safe you should have left, it's not as irrational as you seem to think."

Came the reply before he looked to the other, eyes on his face. "Do you mind telling me what happened?"

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He goes to hand Timothy the empty bottle but draws back when he realizes he's crushed the thin thing in his hand. It seems rude to hand it back in this condition for some reason. He mumbles that he'll take care of it, screwing the cap back onto the abused bottle as he takes a deep breath. "My brother--not Dick, not...Damian. Jason. We don't get along, him and I. I don't know. We had a fight."

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The other dismissing the offer, he doesn't seem perturbed by it or the state the bottle is in. With a pause, he moves to sit down in the chair by the desk with a exhale, moving his healing leg carefully to a more comfortable position. Listening, he looks to the other after he settles. He had heard of Jason over the network and seen his posts there but never talked to the other, not really finding anything to say to them but as of late--he really didn't have much to say to much of anyone thanks to the intensity of the last two weeks.

"What did you fight over?" His eyes gesture quietly to the bruising, as he is certain that the normal sibling quarrel didn't involve such viciousness.

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"...Nothing." When it comes down to it, that's mostly the truth, and he'd rather not put Timothy at risk by sharing the details. "Nothing, he just...brings the worst out of me. Things got out of hand. Barnes had to step in, which is--I almost--mm." Purses his lips, weighing the merits of sharing details. "...He's probably going to need stitches."