His bed was only a few steps away. It wasn't far at all. Almost stumbling with how little his legs seemed to be managing to move, Tim took Terry's hand and pulled him over, somehow managing to walk backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he collapsed back onto it. There. Now there would be no walking for the rest of the night until at least the morning, though Tim seriously doubted his ability to take himself away come morning, now that he thought on it.
"Remind me of all those things you said when first we met?" he asked, a little bit cheeky, but he could afford to be now that he could watch Terry stripping down.