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A/N: Based on a drabble challenge 'Understanding', for the fanforum.
The door was shut behind him and he was trapped. Trapped in here with him. A week on the job and he was already terrifying. Tim crossed his arms over his chest and resisted the urge to walk out.
"Now, Timothy…" That nasal whine at the end of his name. Tim winced. "I understand that you and Gavin are room mates".
A roll of the eyes and then a nod.
"I understand that there can be those little tensions between two good friends such as yourselves, but I do have to reprimand you for that little punch and wrestle I saw you give him this afternoon. Also, I must suggest, Timothy, that perhaps you two should spend more time separately and get some counselling… I'm going to suggest that you two work in different areas of the leisure centre for the next few weeks, alright, and I've booked you in for a little chat with me."
Before Tim knew it he was being pushed out the door, a shocked and horrified look on his face.
"I understand, Tim."
No, Mr Brittas. You certainly don't.
