Tim had shut himself off from the world after he was forced to join Slenderman's little proxy gang. He didn't expect to live long, thinking he would most likely go quickly from a mission gone wrong, but he did live long, infinitely technically, and it was a generally happy life, since he had found you at least. He never expected to find love, especially one that was a fellow proxy and to be honest he didn't accept your love at first, he resented you for being so sweet and loving despite being a literal murder like him, or hunter in your words, but he eventually fell oh so deeply in love with you.

And there he was, sprawled out on his bed, exhausted from having two missions back to back and he wanted nothing more than to talk to and hold you but you were sent on a mission as soon as he got back. So, instead, he laid there, staring up at his ceiling ignoring the faint music that played from the room beside his (which was BEN ofcourse).