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Mailbox
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It's happened often enough now that Tim knows the signs, the empty ache and loss of hope. It'd been there with Tyra even if he hadn't seen it at first. It'd been there with Coach and Odd and, even more recently, with Hayley. And it's there the moment he wakes up in his hut, alone for the first time in weeks ( Read more... ) -
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Tim only grins at that, breathing out a laugh against her ear as his hand slides lower, still holding her closer to him. It's nothing he's never heard before and while he certainly won't force anything on her, Tim's always been pretty convincing ( Read more... ) -
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Tim grabs a banana from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter and then reaches up for a glass from the cupboard. He fills it halfway from the faucet, downs the contents and then fills it again before wandering over to the table, dropping down into the nearest chair and resting back ( Read more... ) -
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Her voice is just barely a breath against his ear, but Tim thinks it might just be the best thing he's ever her heard, his name like that, his name from her. His eyes roll slightly when her teeth scrape his ear, his knees giving slightly, wanting to feel more of her hand on his bare skin ( Read more... ) -
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After the outcome of their first date, Tim feels sort of stupid making this one a big deal. So, he doesn't bother raiding through the clothes box for something more presentable, settling on just making sure to wear something clean even if it looks like something Billy would've worn ten years ago. He decides against a packing a picnic, but still ( Read more... ) -
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Tim's seen the playground before. More than once even. Hell, he's even sat on a swing once or twice and wandered up the slide. Stretched out on the floor of the little merry-go-round thing. It's one of the few places on the island that actually reminds him a little of home, of every little playground in every park he'd ever been to back home ( Read more... ) -
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Tim can't actually remember the last time he's been on a date. There'd been a couple times with Tyra back home, but those had usually only been shit like school dances and football things he'd dragged her along to. The dinner-and-a-movie thing had never been his kind of thing and, luckily, Tyra'd never asked for it much either ( Read more... ) -
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Tim's well aware of the fact that he looks like hell. He hasn't showered in about two days and his hair, which is usually stringy and unkempt even after just showering, is matted to one side of his head, loose and greasy on the other. The cuts on his lips are still sore, especially the bottom one and his entire face feels like he got into a fist ( Read more... ) -
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Tim's hungover ( Read more... )