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Raymond quickly wiped away the tears when he realized that he was crying, Timothy's face still showed the shock of his sobbing so he couldn't help but stare at him intently. He averted his eyes and fixed himself before going back to his mini bar to continue drinking his wine. Timothy has nothing to do but followed him quietly until their eyes met again. Tim doesn’t open his mouth but it seems his eyes are asking what her problem is. Again he avoided Timothy's gaze until he heard him speak. "By the way, I have some food with me, I know you don't cook," he said and lifted the paper bag he was carrying. Raymond did not say a word, just looked at his friend as he went to his kitchen to get the plates they would use for the food he brought. When Timothy came back, he stopped and looked a