Sensitive ears were a blessing for Tim, they helped him as a musician, they helped him as a gamer, and they helped him immerse his audience in his writings. Sure he hated loud noises and it always took him a while to get used to a loud environment, but for the most part, they were good tools for his lifestyle. It was because of those ears that he heard the faint knock on his door, even at 11:00 at night. Unless the mail was coming super late tonight, which he doubted, someone was at the door and he probably needed to answer it. The man pulled himself out of bed and pulled a shirt on before he sleepingly walked towards the door and pulled it open.<br/><br/>“Hello, How May I help... you?” He asked, pausing his speech as he took in the sight of his best friend (and one time crush) from school. Alice, the girl who got away.<br/><br/>“Alice!” Tim smiled, deciding to act like it was all natural. After all, old friends randomly showed up on lots of people’s doorsteps late at night didn’t they? “What are you...” He was once again interrupted by the sight of blood coming down her arm, her ruffled clothes, and the large suitcase she was dragging behind her. At least her face was still covered in a smile, optimistic Alice, just like he remembered her!<br/><br/>“Come in, let’s get that arm fixed up.” He smiled, yawning a bit as he let her inside. “And maybe grab some coffee too.” He closed the door and sat her down on the couch, putting on a pot of coffee before going to grab the first aid kit. He hadn’t seen Alice in years, not since she’d married William and they’d had their whirlwind romance. Then she’d just vanished. They were both so in love he thought nothing of it, but it certainly was good to see his old friend back. He'd certainly been angry when William became the number one man in Alice's life, but it didn't really matter now did it?<br/><br/>Glancing around his house, he smiled and hoped that she wouldn’t notice he hadn’t really changed since the old days. A cracked door down the hallways of the house showed stacks of comic books and tabletop figurines littered the shelves, a gaming computer was in the corner, a guitar and small recording booth were set on the opposite wall, and that was just part of the man cave she could see through the door. The rest of the cave was much much nerdier and a testament to the passion he had for all of his crafts.<br/><br/>He returned with a mug of coffee and the first aid kit, giving her a smile. “You mind if I look at your arm?” He asked, opening the kit before shook off another yawn. "Your bleeding arm aside Alice, I'm both surprised and happy to see you. Why the suitcase and what made you drop by? Plus, where did you get this nasty gash?" His fingers gently unwrapped the hastily applied bandages, before he began to gently clean the wound.