Tim grimaces as he walks to the motel room door, labeled ‘9’ before unlocking it and stepping inside. He flips the lights on, grimacing as he steps over to the nearby bed. Setting down on the edge of it, hands running through his hair before he pauses. He looks up at you, brows furrowed as he exhales harshly. “Can you- grab the duffle bags from the car? I think I need a minute.” His voice is hoarse, exhausted, as he retracts a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighter.