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After what seemed like an eternity of staring out the window lost in his thoughts, the car came to a stop in a parking lot. The light pole right above them illuminating a circle around the vehicle that contrasted with the night sky. Alex heard the door to his left open and close, but he didn't turn to look, whether that was because he knew who'd gotten off the car or because the throbbing pain in his neck didn't allow him. Shortly after, the door opened again. This time, the man who'd been driving just moments ago looked for him.
“They, uh… They've got a single room available. They said they'll clean it and it'll be ready in a little while.” Alex nodded as best he could and Tim sat back down in the car.
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Alex waited awkwardly behind the shorter man as he opened the door. Tim set down the key on a drawer and walked into the room, leaving their bags on the floor. Alex plopped himself down on the bed, something he hadn't done in a while. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept at his house, or even on a real bed. Even if they'd have to move hotels every couple weeks from now on (at least until they managed to find a house), he appreciated the fact he'd get to sleep on a bed. They had bought dinner, but Alex was too tired to eat, so he just went straight to sleep.
With the faint sun rays coming in through the blinds he'd barely closed, Tim woke up. He had slept pretty much hanging off the bed, since Alex had taken up the whole thing the second they arrived. He wasn't mad at him though, he knew Alex was tired. Quietly, so as to not wake him up, he got off the bed and heated up the leftovers from last night's dinner. He was supposed to go to work today, but he didn't want to leave Alex until he woke up. Besides from him possibly getting worried if he woke up and Tim was gone, he also had to help him clean up the injury on his neck, given they weren't able to do so the day prior because they just quickly threw some cloth on it to stop the bleeding and left Benedict Hall immediately.
Alex woke up to Tim putting their clothes in the drawers and to significantly more neck pain than when he went to bed. Slowly, he made his way across the room and into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth while trying not to look at his wound in the mirror and he called out for Tim. However, he quickly noticed that his voice was pretty much gone, he figured it was because of the cut. He walked back out of the bathroom and signaled for Tim to help him with the “bandages”. Once they were off, even if he avoided looking in the mirror, he could tell it probably wouldn't heal quickly. He knew he deserved it after what he'd done, even if he regretted everything that happened more with each passing second.
But even with all that happened, he saw the way Tim cleaned up the blood on his neck, and he noticed the way he looked at him. His eyes didn't show anger, but rather they showed calmness. He held Alex's neck softly rather than harshly. And so Alex stared back, the same softness in his eyes that would continue to be there for the rest of his time next to Tim.