[He won't be easy to spot when she walks in, but the heavy door shuts quickly behind her as if pushed from the outside. It's silent and dark inside, save for a single set of candles lit near the front casting a low and hazy shadow across the stone floor. The shape of the foremost pew is interrupted by a human-looking figure seated on the floor in front of it.
Tim is not in the best condition. On the floor in front of the pew he sits hunched over and pale, hair wild and eyes bloodshot. When she comes into view in his peripheral vision - he doesn't move his eyes from directly in front of him - he lets out a sharp, short laugh and rubs the back of one hand across his forehead.]
I could kill you, but still you come. [Wearily, he closes his eyes.] So stupid to trust me, but too stubborn not to.
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Tim is not in the best condition. On the floor in front of the pew he sits hunched over and pale, hair wild and eyes bloodshot. When she comes into view in his peripheral vision - he doesn't move his eyes from directly in front of him - he lets out a sharp, short laugh and rubs the back of one hand across his forehead.]
I could kill you, but still you come. [Wearily, he closes his eyes.] So stupid to trust me, but too stubborn not to.