Timmy hangs up the phone, with a heavy silence in the air. He turns around to meet Vicky's eyes and buries any sadness he feels, smiling hopefully at her.
"You done?"
"Yeah." he says with a nod. "We should probably get our bags packed and ready to leave. Just in case, you know."
"Don't need the cops looking for us everywhere."
Timmy and Vicky move down the boardwalk back to the hotel, basking in the night life offered to the tourists. The pair passes a nearby bar, sprawling with dancing couples and a few drunken buffoons by themselves.
"Hey, want to go get drunk?" Timmy asks jokingly.
"Not unless you want me to breakup with you."
"Ouch. Beat still my heart."
Vicky rolls her eyes as the pair continues back to their hotel. They sneak in the side entrance to avoid as much people as possible. They're close to their sanctuary, away from any prying eyes or thoughtful witnesses. And as they walk up the stairs to the third floor, Timmy sees her. The one person in the world he never wanted to see again. The possibilities of ever being in the same city as her were astronomically small. The fact that they've met in the same hotel makes Timmy think that there is some evil force out there. A cruel prankster who only wants to fuck him over.
Dr. Vale, the psychiatrist appointed to help Timmy, the one who revealed his secrets to the police, walks down the stairs. She fiddles with a pack of cigarettes, oblivious to how close she is to Timmy. Oblivious of the ones that became her greatest failure, the ones who cost Vale her job, are right beside her. Timmy's clenched hand reveals the situation to Vicky. She knows that the person who just walked past could bring their world crashing down. Vicky turns her gaze away as Timmy looks down, shrinking away from Vale as she moves past. As if sensing the air becoming heavier, Vale pauses mid-step. Timmy and Vicky are already walking up the stairs. They can sense her prodding eyes. Timmy struggles to maintain his composure, to pretend that nothing's wrong. To pretend that he and Vicky have nothing to do with Vale. But Timmy trips on one of the steps, falling forward. Vicky grabs Timmy's arm and keeps him steady, meeting Vale's eyes for a fraction of a second. Vicky's noticeable pink eyes are seen clearly. Vale glares up at them. She follows them as they walk to their room. Vicky leads Timmy in, opening the door. But it remains open. Vale has the chance to run. To tell everyone exactly what has happened. Instead, she walks into the room, shutting the door behind her. She sits down in a chair across from the bed, seeing Vicky and Timmy waiting together. Vicky has one arm around Timmy, holding close. Timmy knows she's terrified. That she fears Vale could be the end of their relationship.
"You." Timmy says. His voice seems far too casual for what's happening. But Timmy knows he needs to stay calm. He needs to protect this love with everything he's got.
"Turner… what… what are you doing?"
"On vacation. We've got a week off."
Vale is silent with Timmy's defense. She wonders how he can pretend that his life is normal, that running away with someone like Vicky is sane.
"You… your parents." she mutters weakly.
"I've been with Vicky more than them…" Timmy says, threading his left hand through his hair and trying to maintain his composure. "I… I love Vicky more than them. That doesn't mean I hate them, I just… I had to choose. And I chose Vicky. She threw a rock with a message through my window. Told me to meet somewhere. I could have told the cops. Could have told you. But I didn't. And I never would betray her."
Vale blinks twice in shock at Timmy's words. It finally begins to sink in. He wasn't kidnapped. He marched willingly into the spider's web. She's astonished at his words. And even Vicky herself is amazed at how composed Timmy is. She looks over at him with such fierce love in her eyes. Not simply lust, or sadism, but love. Vale begins to cry at the overwhelming emotions and confusion.
"Please don't say anything." Timmy says. "Seriously, this is our life. If we're caught, we'll run away again, but we probably won't have anything else. No home, no money. Just… forget this happened."
Vale nods after finally realizing the love Timmy and Vicky share. She doesn't understand it, not fully, but she knows it's real and not the delusions of a child and his abuser. Timmy's old enough now to have decided on his own. The ex-therapist takes a deep breath, with her hands rubbing down her face as she exhales shakily.
"I… I should go."
Dr. Vale begins to walk away, turning back one last time. "Take care of him. He's still just a teenager."
Timmy's old therapist leaves him and his lover to their lives together. After she's gone, Vicky wanders around the room, occasionally pausing and looking at their bags. They were going to leave in the morning. But now, with the potential that their old therapist is simply faking, or has a change of heart, Vicky is restless.
Timmy, still sitting on the bed, asks "what are you thinking?"
"Thinkin' we should go. Just in case she changes her mind."
The pair hastily pack their bags and leave the hotel.
"Should we leave? We can reschedule with Tootie." Timmy asks.
"We should be fine. We're meeting on the other side of the city, anyways. Don't suppose you want to spend the night in the car?"
"I'd rather do that then stay up trying to find a vacant room. Besides, we can save more money this way."
"Frugal. You are learning." Vicky says proudly, despite knowing they'll be in for a rough night. Vicky finds an empty parking spot and pulls in, pulling the seat down and closing her eyes.
"Night, twerp."
"Night, twat."
"Language."
"Sorry." he replies with a smile.