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
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Tyra raised a trembling hand to push back her damp blond locks before holding out her hand for Tim. "I know... okay? I do. Ya don't have to be sorry. Ain't like either of us are built for it. Just stop hoverin', okay? Ya make me feel like a leper. There's a cheer here, so just sit down. Please?"
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[ooc: Shit, sorry - again! Had a meal out on Friday night that about killed me! Back on the horse now!]
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