Tim sighs as he collapses at a stone table. “We can’t keep doing this.” He grunts, sounding exhausted. His eyes flicking over to his companion. “It was okay at first but we can’t keep this up. Living out of our cars isn’t cutting it anymore, we need to figure out something else. At least for a bit.” He mutters, reaching into his pockets to fumble out his smokes. His hands shaking as he gets out a stick and places it between his lips before he lights it up. The hit of nicotine easing his stress.