[There’s this uncanny sense of relief when he steps over the threshold and Brian grins from the couch. Which is weird, because he’s lived with Brian for a while now (how long?) and he’s usually home by the time Tim gets back from work or class. Or, in this case, a minor detour.]
[His latest acquisition isn’t polished, isn’t pretty, is actually fairly worn and battered at the edges. But the parts all work, and the tone he could coax out from the banjo in question was beautiful.]
Hey, shut up, [says Tim, mock offended.] There was a garage sale on the way home and it was a steal, okay?
Oh My God They Were Roommates
[His latest acquisition isn’t polished, isn’t pretty, is actually fairly worn and battered at the edges. But the parts all work, and the tone he could coax out from the banjo in question was beautiful.]
Hey, shut up, [says Tim, mock offended.] There was a garage sale on the way home and it was a steal, okay?