He was not drooling, he was above that, he was a mature adult. His mouth was just a bit wetter than usual!

Okay, sue him! You were pretty! And he’d probably gotten a concussion.

“Uh, could you tell me where I am?” Tim asks, squinting up at you.

“Mississippi, out in the boonies. You dressed real preppy like to be layin’ in the dirt like that.”

Oh god that accent, he could drown in it. It was so deliciously thick, he almost found himself thinking he wanted to hear it forever. No! Get yourself together Drake!

So. He may have decided to take his car and start driving without a map. He may have left New Jersey two days ago. He may have also gotten lost. Last he knew, he was in North Carolina, and he was just about to get back in his car after pumping gas when… nothing. He couldn’t remember anything after that. Wonderful. Had he gotten kidnapped? And dumped in the middle of nowhere?

Disgraceful, absolutely ridiculous, what the hell was this?

This was Bruce’s fault. Definitely. He’s the one who told Tim he should take some time off and relax, maybe go on a roadtrip.

“Hello, earth to stranger, did you hear me? I asked you what your name was.”

Right. He wasn’t alone.

“Uh- Tim. I’m Tim.”