[ Well, that was a mistake. After about five minutes without a response, he starts to panic, stumbles to the bathroom to splash some water on his face to try to sober up, but it's no help, Tim is in Hell, awaiting with dread and excitement the same familiar, specific knock he used to wait for while he paced his studio apartment in Washington.
And there it is. He presses his forehead to the door and says a prayer before he opens it. ]
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And there it is. He presses his forehead to the door and says a prayer before he opens it. ]
We're not having sex.