"Tim. I need you."
"What did you do this time?"
bigdickjaeger:
Tim just continued to follow his slightly shorter companion. He didn't bother replying to him because it was obvious that Tim was following Neal, considering he had been for two years.
Only then did Neal look back at Tim, his eyes flicking from his companion to what he wanted him to look at. It was an unspoken message for Tim to see the mess Neal had made. A small portion of the hanger was blackened and there was blood splattered across the floor. “I needed help cleaning this.”
Tim stared at the marks splattered across the floor. This wasn't the first time he was requested to help Neal clean up blood and it likely wasn't going to be last. He sighed and gestured lazily toward the marks. "When did this happen?"
















