RP with supermarketsam | Awkward
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Tim really had only agreed to let Mac give him cash for a bed because he knew there was a real chance she might smack him in the face, and he wasn't sure he wanted the headache. It was a miracle he had escaped without a black eye after all this as it was, so he didn't want to tempt fate. He also did really want to get out of that house for awhile, but it was impossible with that amount of snow outside. He had left his truck in Dillon with Billy, too. An impulsive act because he really didn't expect to get bail. It had been a shock when they granted it, but he knew the very essence of the reason he was sitting in the jail cell meant Billy didn't have the money to bail him out. Tim hadn't wanted to ask Jason, after everything. It would be pushing the friendship right to the limits, a friendship that had already been hanging in the balance for years.
But it was that or stay in jail until his trial, and that notion frankly made Tim want to throw up. He knew what he was doing, and it was the right thing to protect Billy, but that didn't mean he actually liked the prospect he could be facing jail time. He didn't, not one bit. But life sucked. Life had always sucked, so why was now any different? It was probably a miracle he hadn't ended up in jail before now, anyway. But Jason had come through and bought Tim some time, which he was eternally grateful for. He just didn't know how to show it. All he could think of was to offer Jason the truth, it was the only tool he really had to show his gratitude. He really did literally have nothing else. No job, no home, no truck, no Skeeter. The land sale would fall through, too. They wouldn't be confident it wasn't dirty money he was using to pay for it. He had been wondering if he even had any friends too, before Jason miraculously turned up in Dillon. He thought he had hit rock bottom in the past. He was wrong. This was rock bottom right here, and all he could feel in general about it was numb and empty.
Numb, empty, and nauseous. He told Jason he was feeling better, but he couldn't shake that cold sick feeling in his gut. It ached, no matter what way he sat. At some point, he had shifted from the sofa to the recliner, where he was still now sprawled, blue eyes locked unseeingly on the TV screen. He had stopped taking in what was on the screen around an hour ago. He had only moved to go to the kitchen and the bathroom, before going back and sitting in the living room blankly. What else was he supposed to do? If only some higher power would dump that answer directly into his lap. He just felt like he wanted to sleep, but even that was eluding him. Since he turned himself in, insomnia had set in. He wanted to ask Jason to come sit and just talk with him for awhile... like old times. But Tim was even too proud for that. Not that pride had ever gotten him anywhere in the past.
Tim really had only agreed to let Mac give him cash for a bed because he knew there was a real chance she might smack him in the face, and he wasn't sure he wanted the headache. It was a miracle he had escaped without a black eye after all this as it was, so he didn't want to tempt fate. He also did really want to get out of that house for awhile, but it was impossible with that amount of snow outside. He had left his truck in Dillon with Billy, too. An impulsive act because he really didn't expect to get bail. It had been a shock when they granted it, but he knew the very essence of the reason he was sitting in the jail cell meant Billy didn't have the money to bail him out. Tim hadn't wanted to ask Jason, after everything. It would be pushing the friendship right to the limits, a friendship that had already been hanging in the balance for years.
But it was that or stay in jail until his trial, and that notion frankly made Tim want to throw up. He knew what he was doing, and it was the right thing to protect Billy, but that didn't mean he actually liked the prospect he could be facing jail time. He didn't, not one bit. But life sucked. Life had always sucked, so why was now any different? It was probably a miracle he hadn't ended up in jail before now, anyway. But Jason had come through and bought Tim some time, which he was eternally grateful for. He just didn't know how to show it. All he could think of was to offer Jason the truth, it was the only tool he really had to show his gratitude. He really did literally have nothing else. No job, no home, no truck, no Skeeter. The land sale would fall through, too. They wouldn't be confident it wasn't dirty money he was using to pay for it. He had been wondering if he even had any friends too, before Jason miraculously turned up in Dillon. He thought he had hit rock bottom in the past. He was wrong. This was rock bottom right here, and all he could feel in general about it was numb and empty.
Numb, empty, and nauseous. He told Jason he was feeling better, but he couldn't shake that cold sick feeling in his gut. It ached, no matter what way he sat. At some point, he had shifted from the sofa to the recliner, where he was still now sprawled, blue eyes locked unseeingly on the TV screen. He had stopped taking in what was on the screen around an hour ago. He had only moved to go to the kitchen and the bathroom, before going back and sitting in the living room blankly. What else was he supposed to do? If only some higher power would dump that answer directly into his lap. He just felt like he wanted to sleep, but even that was eluding him. Since he turned himself in, insomnia had set in. He wanted to ask Jason to come sit and just talk with him for awhile... like old times. But Tim was even too proud for that. Not that pride had ever gotten him anywhere in the past.