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[texas_forever]

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

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[just_wontsettle]

Huh.

Tim Riggins isn't a real complicated guy. Sure, he's not completely devoid of depth, and he's more than able to surprise you, but once you get to know him, it's pretty damn easy to pick up on the patterns.

Finding Tim passed out cold in his room wasn't a real unusual occurrence for Jason, even if it had been a while. But finding him sprawled face-first on his bed was sorta new. Still, patterns are patterns, and Jason knew immediately that something wasn't right.

"Hey, Riggins," he said, shaking Tim's seemingly catatonic shoulder, "What the hell, man? Wake up."

[texas_forever]

Distantly, Tim's aware that someone's shaking him and there's a voice, too, muddled through the haze of alcohol as Tim blinks awake.

"Wha'?" he murmurs, managing to get one eye open, though he can't see past the hair covering his face and he doesn't really see the point in making an effort to move anymore than he absolutely has to. "Jay?"

[just_wontsettle]

"You're gonna go and sound surprised? That is my pillow you're droolin' all over," Jason snorted, moving back just a little, wondering if maybe that'd make him easier to focus on. And he wanted to get out of the path of booze breath, which, by the look of him, could probably knock over a steer.

[texas_forever]

Tim grunts an answer, pushing himself up slightly to frown down at said pillow. Gingerly, he lifts a hand to the side of his mouth, finding it dry. Not that it matters.

"You ain't usin' it," he points out and drops down again, his stomach flipping uncomfortably as he does so.