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It was well after dark when Ryan returned to the BnB. Tim sat reading a book on the couch and tried not to act like anything was wrong when Ryan strolled through the front door.
“Hey,” Ryan said, barely acknowledging him as he went to the kitchen table and tossed his keys down.
“Hi,” Tim said, resting his book on his knee. “How was your day?” he asked, though he didn’t really want to know.
“Pretty good,” Ryan answered cryptically. “You?”
“It could’ve been better,” Tim said. He wasn’t trying to start a fight, not really, but he couldn’t help himself. There wasn’t any way that he was going to let this get brushed under the rug. Ryan stared blankly at him like he had no idea what to say. “We need to talk,” Tim said, making to stand.
“I’m really not in the mood for that right now, hon
