Locked to Vanessa Bell

[just_wontsettle]

The night before'd been just like any other. When he'd finally pulled himself onto the bed, Tim was already half unconscious, draped over the foot of the mattress and muttering to himself. Or to Jason. Really, it was hard to tell. They'd talked island game strategies well into the night, even scribbling up a play or two, just find that old rhythm again. Not quite drunk but not quite sober, and Jason'd done his part to put Tim Riggins to bed, dumping him onto the floor with an unceremonial shove and tossing a spare pillow at his head.

Just like any other night, so why wouldn't he assume it'd be just like every morning?