TIMOTHY POV
The taxi rattled along the rain-slicked streets, the glow of the city lights casting a soft halo around Timothy and Andy as they rode in silence towards their destination. Timothy's mind buzzed with nervous energy, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh as he stared out the window, the raindrops tracing lazy patterns against the glass.
"Thanks again for coming with me, Andy," Timothy said, breaking the silence with a small smile. "And helping me clear my name. I really appreciate it."
Andy glanced over at him, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the cab. "Don't mention it," he said gruffly. "I'm not about to let another relationship get ruined because of my own issues."
Timothy felt a pang of guilt at the mention of Andy’s past troubles, the memory of hi
