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Tyler looked over at his roommate after the guards had left the room, he still didn't understand why he needed rehab. He didn't even need help, though his parents thought it was for the best, and his so called ex just wanted to protect himself and didn't care about Tyler's needs. Hearing him introduce himself,"Elliot. My name is Tyler." He said simply and threw himself on the bed, he covered his face, might as well just start off fresh and try to be 'less controlling' this time. He'd probably try to tone it down a bit. He might say that but, he knew he wasn't going to do that. No matter how much he had tried.

Looking up and around the room while lying down, he was a little afraid of how confined and plain it was. He actually hated it, it was a type of dirty pale tan color. Biting his lower lip softly he wondered how long it was going to take and how hard he was going to try to break this horrible habit of his. Again, as stubborn as he was, he wasn't going to admit of this problem. Stealing a couple of glances at his roommate, he thought he was attractive. Now that he was looking at him a bit closer.

"So what brought you here, if you don't mind me asking." He'd usually tell someone to tell him the stats or something demanding like that. But, at least no one could say he didn't try. He wondered what else he would have to be doing in this place, he always had went to jail but, this time they decided to get him help, he wondered if they just wanted to do something to occupy him so that they wouldn't have to worry about his recent relationships ending in domestic violence.