Skips(you) has a decent amount of free-time since most of his work is only every time there's a show and set-up can be pre-done whenever needed and doesn't have to be rushed. Well, sometimes if there isn't much he can deal with it. But late nights; he's usually home. Unless there are shows out of the State but that won't be happening for a couple of months.

Timothy, may have also screwed up recently. While working, he's often staying in hotels since train conducting between countries could take days. So therefore he doesn't spend a lot of time at home. One problem with that also is that he's never there to check the mail. Which resorted in...the loss of his apartment.

Timothy doesn't want to bother anyone at the time of two in the morning and there aren't many people in the area that he knows. And when he checked the hotels they all seemed pretty booked for the while being which was a pain. So the only option he could think of right now was Skips who is most definitely awake, much to Timothy's chagrin. So he decided to go check.

He knocked on the door, in tuned by the second, or how he estimated the seconds passed. And was a little embarrassed by the fact that he had a lot of boxes in his car which he'd thankfully paid off and didn't have to worry about being re-claimed.

He lets out a small sigh when the door finally opens, a small amount of relief that he wouldn't have to drive a city over for a hotel nor sleep in his very full car.

"You...wouldn't perhaps have a place to stay, would you?" Timothy asked, his ears flat atop his head as if seeming a little nervous to ask; it wasn't really his place to be upfront here and confidence might be seen as arrogance.