"Oh, fuck..." Tim said, putting his hands through his hair again. "Yeah, I really need to log some hours this week, I'm slacking." He sighed, thinking about the catch up work he needs to do to meet his quota. He really didnt want to do it right now, which was a new feeling for him. Then again, he never really had anything else to do. He had a sudden flashback to Christmas, two years ago. 

He sat alone in his apartment while he did work.

That made him feel bad when he thought about it now.

"I wish I could hang out with you, though." He said, staring down at his food. "You're my only friend."