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Dec 18 is the day for a surprise party- it's a surprise for everyone involved

[ployboy]

So they... cleared the air. Basically. It'd been all sorts of painful. As peeling the bandaid, long overdue, tends to be. Tim's not in an especially better mood. Lieutenant Arroyo being B1's live-in supervisor has him behaving himself, though. He's docile for the most part, choosing to lick his wounds by claiming one half of the living room couch as His during the days. Sometimes sleeping like the dead, oftentimes just willing himself to not lose (what's left of) his mind due to lack of stimulus-- adrenaline, hurt, self flagellation-- and no, bailing roommates out of jail doesn't freaking count.

He's not talking about that.

He needs a... hair tie. Before he loses what's left of his mind. Tim could use a haircut; he can hear Alfred berating him for it. Good thing one of the roommates... had to have a stash of those things, right?

He schemes and waits until Arroyo is out and Malcolm's preoccupied and who knows what Meredith is up to.

He doesn't want to think about it.

He needs a hair tie. So.

With the coast clear, he slips into Meredith's room. An invasion of privacy, he's aware. He doesn't... really care that much; what she won't know won't hurt her. He takes stock. Of this, of that. He always returns items where they should be. Everything faces the same direction it had before he picked it up. He's good at snooping.

...until he lets out a squawk, a planner in a drawer tucked back in its corner. Tim shoves one (1) black hair tie up his forearm and slips right out. Like a shadow.

Nobody saw anything. Right? Right?

Anyway. Priorities.

That means:

"Hey, Malcolm!"

As he sits on an arm of the couch back in the living room, like there's nothing in the world that's the matter.

He has absolutely no idea what to do. For once... it's showing on his face.

"Can you come here for a sec?"

[abrightboy]

“Listen,” Malcolm says, walking out into the livingroom, “if it’s infected again, you have to….” He stops when he sees Tim’s face. That’s not it. Oh. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

cw mild SI

[ployboy]

If it's infected again, he will find a high rise to jump from.

Tim weighs his options and then asks a question he thinks he knows the answer to. It would make him feel better. He slaps the-- what would Steph and the girls call these things? scrunchies?-- on his arm. "Did you know today is Meredith's birthday?"

(Please say no.)

[abrightboy]

"It is?" Malcolm blinks. "Well. We have to do something for her. When is she supposed to be home?"