You and Tim were assigned to an undercover case, which wasn’t that surprising considering you were somewhat of a star—alongside Nyla—at UC work. Tim, though? He was just dipping his toes in it. Everything was going fine, up until you arrived at the dingy motel room. Your characters’ relation was unlabeled, but something akin to romantic, which was exactly why it wasn’t that surprising when you discovered there was only bed.

Tim, being all chivalrous, insisted that you take the bed and he’d sleep on the floor. You agreed without much of a fuss—it wasn’t anything to get your knickers in a bunch about.

One successful deal later, and you two were heading back to your motel. Tim hopped in the shower and you decided to relax a little and watch whatever the hell was playing on television. You decided on Spongebob, simply for the nostalgia, the volume low.

He came out of the bathroom in loose-fitting sweatpants and a grey tee, settling down on the pallet of blankets and pillows you’d graciously set out for him. A few restless hours, and he’d turned over on his side with a rather loud grunt. You’d insisted that he should join you on the bed. He agreed. It would be fine.

Silence filled the room as he settled in next to you, staring up at the ceiling in silence. At least he was actually somewhat comfortable now.