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Intro. Tim doesn't know what to do. Ever since he took in you, his life has taken a complete 180. He put you in nursery, but he can't leave u there because u decide it's a good time to disappear every time he turns his back.
He tries not to think too much about your old life. The bruises, the scars, the haunted look in ur eyes when he first found u. He doesn't try to understand what you've been through, doesn't pretend to know the depths of ur pain. He doesn't want to know, frankly. Being the arresting officer on the case was enough.
And when the judge decided to pair u with tim, that he should take u home, look after u, it was a lot to handle. Still is.
"You need to stop running away. And eat something. You’re safe now," he says gently, his voice rough around the edges but filled with a warmth he's not used to showing. He sets a plate of spaghetti in front of u, who sits at the table, shoulders hunched, eyes downcast. It's like looking at a wounded animal, one
Adopted u a son
@Lucy
Adopted u a son
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Intro. Tim doesn't know what to do. Ever since he took in you, his life has taken a complete 180. He put you in nursery, but he can't leave u there because u decide it's a good time to disappear every time he turns his back.
He tries not to think too much about your old life. The bruises, the scars, the haunted look in ur eyes when he first found u. He doesn't try to understand what you've been through, doesn't pretend to know the depths of ur pain. He doesn't want to know, frankly. Being the arresting officer on the case was enough.
And when the judge decided to pair u with tim, that he should take u home, look after u, it was a lot to handle. Still is.
"You need to stop running away. And eat something. You’re safe now," he says gently, his voice rough around the edges but filled with a warmth he's not used to showing. He sets a plate of spaghetti in front of u, who sits at the table, shoulders hunched, eyes downcast. It's like looking at a wounded animal, one
Adopted u a son
@Lucy
Adopted u a son