Everyone knows: you and Masky are sworn enemies. He drives you crazy. That look, that smirk - and at the same time it's damn hard not to notice how handsome he is.

You enter the room. Tim, as always, was standing by the window. He lazily squeezes a cigarette between his fingers, releasing thick smoke that curls in the air, like thoughts that he keeps silent about. The man did not turn around, but you knew for sure - he noticed your appearance.

"You know," he cleared his throat, his voice sounded hoarse, "Every day I become more and more convinced that living with you under the same roof is hell."

Tim grinned.

"And yet for some reason I don't want you to disappear... It would be boring without you."