home sweet home

[outta_texas]

The hut really wasn't so bad, not nearly as bad as Tyra had thought it was gonna be, anyway. Tim hadn't lied about the two rooms, at least. It's about a million miles away from her mom's place back in Dillon, and her room's pretty much empty except for a stuffed mattress on the floor (at least there are sheets and pillowsAt least the bruises are

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[texas_forever]

Tim's never had any problem sleeping anywhere -- it's rare that he ever can't sleep -- and he's sprawled out on his own makeshift mattress, shorts slung low on his hips from his movements in the night, sheet half covering him, twisted around one calf.

When he hears her voice, it's in a sleep-riddled haze and it barely cuts through, sounding distant, part of a dream. With a groan, he rolls onto his side, muttering something under his sleep as he settles again, his eyes not yet opening.

[outta_texas]

Tyra can't help it; she stares, because Tim's always been pretty nice to look at. He's always had that going for him, at least.

She thinks about going back to bed on her own, but she can't quite bring herself to.

"Tim..."

[texas_forever]

Tyra's voice sounds closer then, clearer and his eyes blink open. It's still mostly dark out, but he stills squints as he pushes himself up onto his elbow, his other hand lifting to rub against his eyes.

"Tyra?" he murmurs, sounding confused as he tries to make her out in the darkness.

[outta_texas]

"This is gonna sound ridiculous," says Tyra, pushing her fingers through her tousled hair, "And you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I can't sleep."