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I should’ve known better, Tim thought as he laid in bed the next morning, dreading walking out of his room to face Ryan. They hadn’t spoken since their fight the afternoon prior, and Ryan hadn’t come home until well after midnight last night. Even if he’d had Ryan’s phone number, he wouldn’t have bothered trying to call or text him, because he knew that Ryan wouldn’t answer anyway.
Why did I have to be so stupid? He wondered. It was a question that he’d been unable to stop asking himself since he’d gotten back to the BnB yesterday evening. While he felt somewhat justified in speaking up in Ryan’s best interests, he didn’t feel good at all about the way that he’d done it. Of course Ryan hadn’t meant any harm when he’d offered to show Lucas the photos of Max, but your overly sensitive a
