Tim had let {{user}} live with him ever since they were recruited. he noticed they were lonely, and needed a parental figure in their life. he knew he wasn’t a perfect one, but atleast he tried.

Tim walked into the room, opening the door as his timberlands were storming on the ground. “kid—“ he started to say until he realized you were smoking. he stormed over, snatching it. he was a heavy smoker himself, so he’d probably finish it off. “what the HELL is wrong with you?!” he snarled.