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[ the manor will never feel like home and will never feel like a place that he can fully settle. he wakes up every day with the itch of something under his skin, a nagging at the back of his mind, and a disquieting restlessness. this place has no answers, no real reason, and maybe that's why it bothers him so much.

he's tried for a swim in the lake today, the sun warm enough and the water warmer. it's not like the creek at home, but it does something to help settle his mind in the same way fly fishing had done for him. it's the middle of the afternoon when he steps into the bathroom, shirtless and in boxer briefs, intending to jump in the shower.

well. if there wasn't someone he didn't recognize there. so will just sort of blinks at first, glances toward harry's door. he knows better than to go knock, if this is one of harry's guests. ]

Do you think you'll be much longer?

[ he's considering whether or not he needs to start up the bath, instead. ]

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[ After an indulgent afternoon of lovemaking in between episodes of Blue Planet, the time unfortunately comes where Tim has to freshen up. Happy and relaxed from his layabout with Harry, he doesn’t think anything of it when the door opens, and in fact has half a mind to invite him in. That is, of course, until he speaks, and it is very much not Harry, making him squeak with surprise and grab at the curtain, nearly yanking it from its rings. Rather than pull it open, he makes a neat little hole with it, to poke his head between the curtain and the wall, careful to keep everything else covered.

Yes, definitely not Harry. His face goes red from embarrassment and indignation – I mean, from the heat of the shower – and then he shuts the curtain again, rings clinking against the rod. ]

Just a few minutes. But you should knock when you hear the shower running.