Re: Derek/Tim
Tim didn't know what to do with today, with any part of it. It was one thing doing profiles for Derek, figuring that part out - or at least trying to he still didn't think he was cut out for it the way Derek seemed to think he was. But this was different, this was a man he'd known, a man he'd talked to and interacted with and seen around the base since he'd arrived dead.
Not just dead, he'd been killed. He didn't just die in his sleep or choke on something, he was doing this job they'd all been stuck with and now he was dead and what the hell was Tim supposed to do with that?
He'd held it together though, but all Tim wanted now was a six pack or two and a quiet place to hide for the rest of the day. Not that things ever worked out the way Tim wanted. He didn't do hugs, didn't lean into people or any of that bullshit people did and yet when Derek put his arm around Tim's shoulders he didn't shrug him off.
"Fine." He muttered, though fine was so very far from where he was right then. Tim couldn't remember the last time he'd really been fine anymore. "He's dead, man. What the hell do you think I am?" He said a moment later, he wanted to hit something, to hurt someone - something to make sense of all of this. How was he supposed to do this?