Alice almost wanted to weep at how good it was to see Tim after all this time, even better was the fact that he was not looking at her like she was annoying, disgusting or just plain avoiding her like the rest of her so called friends. He was just like she remembered him, and it was a relief. "H-Hey Tim, long time no see..." she was still scared stiff though that any minute this happy little greeting would dissolve into something much darker, that he would turn her away, or her husband would appear. But she knew she was being ridiculous as this was the last place William would think to come, after all she'd taken two buses to get here and she hadn't had contact with Tim since her wedding.<br/><br/>She visibly stiffened at the mention of her arm, instinctively trying to cover it up with her hand. But it was too late. Glancing down she realised the walk in rain had ruined her bandaging. The blood had easily seeped through, it had even gone through the sleeve of her clean shirt, and the wrapping was now loose. "R-Right," trying her damnedest to keep her voice pleasant even though her heart was hammering away. She hadn't really thought this plan through, nor did she have a descent excuse to give him for rudely showing up unannounced at such an ungodly hour of the night. Panicking a little she wondered if she should back out now and risk going to a hotel.<br/><br/>But she barely had a chance to think as Tim ushered her over to the sofa and sat her down. It was then she realised she needed to leave, she couldn't stay here, couldn't inconvenience him like this. Scrambling for excuses she tried to plan her escape route. How pitiful was she that she could barely think for herself? It was usually around this time that William would speak for the both of them, because he didn't want her to fuck things up, didn't want her to speak out of turn, didn't want her letting slip about her problems and the strain it was putting on their marriage.<br/><br/>"You have a-a lovely home." She stood up, looking around at all the things that spoke of Tim in his house, his passions, his dreams, his fun loving personality. It felt warm just being in his home. "But I really can't stay. I am so sorry I woke you. It's just I really wanted to see you whilst I was in town. And I stupidly thought that the Tim I knew would undoubtedly be up tearing through some video game and that I might just pop by to say hello. But of course that was years ago, you've undoubtedly matured since then and no doubt have a serious job to get to in the morning," giving a little awkward laugh. "I-I-" she gasped in fright when he came out of no where as she was trying to leave with coffee and a first aid kit, quickly attempting to laugh it off as her being silly. Which she was, even though she was holding her shoulder bag in a white knuckled grip to stop herself from shaking in his presence. Her nerves were shot to hell.<br/><br/>She backed up a couple of steps to the couch, sitting herself back down. She clutched at her bleeding arm, trying not to shrink away. "Oh n-no don't worry, I am fine, really it's nothing." Relaxing a little at his comment she gave him a sad little smile. "Me too, Tim. It's good to see you, it really is." His bombardment of questions scared her a little, almost hugging herself as she offered another of those fake smiles. "No, no." Trying to keep her sleeve down but the bandage slipped further with the movement. She wasn't quick enough. "No, no, you really don't have to-" she hissed as the disinfectant made contact with her wound.<br/><br/>Biting her bottom lip hard, she could only squirm on the couch as she watched him clean her knife wound. What was she going to tell him? What could she say? She couldn't tell him the truth. She was beginning to panic. "Thank you, very much." she looked around the room as she scrounged for ideas. "W-Well I-I..." she spotted something that gave her an idea. "I... was in town looking for a... hotel..." giving him a brief smile. "You see... we are having to have our house fumigated and well, me being stupid, something went wrong with the hotel reservation, and... so now they are all booked up. I checked with other hotels and they didn't have any room either. But I got directions to a hotel near here that apparently has some rooms free. Then I thought, 'hey Tim lives around here, I should really stop by and say hi' so I did, but I forgot the time, but like I said before I thought you might still be up at this hour with your habits... but obviously not..." giving a little nervous laugh, hoping like hell he believed her.<br/><br/>"So you see I thought I'd stop by before going to the hotel. I really should let you get back to bed and leave you be, I honestly didn't mean to wake you," completely avoiding his question about her wound. She stood up again, never having touched his kind offer of coffee which she was dying to drink with how cold she felt after getting rained on. "Thank you so much for... patching me up." Inching towards the door. "I'll be going, but if this hotel has a room free, we-we should meet up sometime when you are free and catch up." Again plastering on that fake smile she really did not feel in the least as she inched closer towards the door. "It was good seeing you again, Tim. I'll see you around, yeah?" She turned on her heel and reached for the door handle, wondering just what in the hell she was going to do now. Maybe she could find a nice park bench.