Who: Tim Harbourne and Devin Lyle.
When: August 2, 1979- evening.
Where: Wherever the hell they're residing.
Summary: Devin and Tim discuss stuff.

Tomorrow, Devin Andrew Lyle would turn 19 years old. Rightfully, he should have been in some sort of anticipatory celebratory sort of mood, but as it was, he was brooding nervously and wishing he was somewhere else. This was largely because he and Tim had agreed to have A Talk. Like most talks to have to be agreed to being had, it was not likely to be a particularly enjoyable one. Devin had called this Talk specifically because he wanted to fight a war, Timothy didn't, and this needed to be sorted out.

Devin and Tim rarely disagreed on anything, or at least anything major. Devin didn't like the feeling. It had been putting him in a bad mood for weeks on end. Not that he hadn't tried to hide it.

Looking tired, nervous, and generally like he didn't want to be where he was, Devin waited for Tim to walk in so they could talk. Apparently.