[CLOSED TO TYRA] Game moves are easier than this
Tim hovered in the doorway of Tyra's hospital room. He cleared his throat and scraped his fingers through his already messy hair. "I just wanted ya' t'know that I ain't gotta clue how m'supposed t'fix all this. I know I was an ass back at the cafe, and m'sorry for that crap. I just didn't know what I 'sposed to do. An' I still gotta clue how t'fix ya' or fix anythin'. Six just told me t'stop bein' an' ass an' he has a point 'cause he's Six and always has a point, you know? An' that dude just down the hall, the real sick one? Just gone into a coma or some shit an' it's kinda scary."
He blew out another breath and put his hands on his hips. "M'just sorry, babe. I really am."
He blew out another breath and put his hands on his hips. "M'just sorry, babe. I really am."