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[When Tim wakes up, he smells something in his apartment that doesn't exactly smell like his favorite coffee. It's a bit too early for him to care, though, so he ignores it and takes a groggy shower.

He throws on a dark robe and shuffles into his kitchen, still half-asleep. Plopping down into a chair at the table, he finally looks over and sees Conner at the stove, frying up pancakes. He blinks sleepily and takes a sip from the cup of coffee he finds sitting in front of him.]

What happened to my usual breakfast of coffee and cereal?

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It's not hot at all, I think that's a problem. You can't call it hot water and then not having it being hot. That's sorta misleading, don't you think?

[ he just takes the time to sit next to him and relax a bit before descending into the hell that is the outside world. ]

You're turning the knob the right way, right? [Tim really is not a fan of paperwork, so he's okay with lounging on the couch for a bit as he stares at the news.]

Right. Forgot I'm talking with a genius here. [ eyerolling veeeery hard ]

How could you forget? [A slight smile.]

Short-term memory, Boss. It's pretty nasty.

[ A pause, as they both look at the news and wait until it's over. ]

Shall we go?

[He sighs and stands up.] Yeah, let's go.

[He moves to the door and holds it open for Conner, waiting for him to go out first.]

[ no more jokes now.

as soon as he is outside the door everything is a weapon and everyone is an enemy, so he has to look at even the littlest movement or the tiniest object as he walks onward.

he lets Tim get in the car first, right after he has checked if there is anything weird with it (like a bomb, for example), and then he gets in, sitting at the driver's seat. ]

Will your brothers be there?

[Tim follows him casually, trusting Conner completely to protect him from anything but a sniper (which is pretty unlikely, considering). He slides into the passenger's seat so he can play with the radio.]

Probably not. They have other things to take care of this week.

[ good. because Kon really can't stand the younger one and he's rather not see him at all if possible. the older one was better in his book, but it always looked like he knew more about Kon than he said... and that could've been disastrous for his mission. ]

You know I prefer you sitting behind, right?

We've been over this. It's probably better if I don't look like a sniper target whenever I go somewhere. [He puts on his favorite radio station and is pleased to find it isn't on a commercial.]

But I'll sit in the back more if it makes you feel better.

Hmhmm. You're the boss, anyway. [ he starts driving to the place, trying to be as cautious as possible. even the cars could be their enemies, as much as he knows. ]

Anything else to do after that, by the way?

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