[ --like he might be a little, uh, tender. Like maybe he needs to breathe. Jeff lets go, abrupt, as if one of them might be burning to the touch. He ducks his head a little, tilts it, looks a little guilty (for suffocating the dude, for exacerbating injuries, for being cold, earlier), a little concerned, and... ]
Hey.
[ Is Tim crying or laughing? Jeff reaches up with a tentative hand, gingerly brushing a thumb on Tim's cheek, trying to swipe away some tears with a chilly fingertip. Tim's so warm, and he can't tell if it only feels that way because he's just come in from outside, or if Tim's running hot, flush with a fever or... or something. ]
You're not-- [ He stops himself. ] Okay, maybe you are, but so what. I'm screwed up, Mere's screwed up, Malcolm-- Everyone's screwed up. [ We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. ] It's okay.
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Oh-- shit! Shit, sorry--
[ --like he might be a little, uh, tender. Like maybe he needs to breathe. Jeff lets go, abrupt, as if one of them might be burning to the touch. He ducks his head a little, tilts it, looks a little guilty (for suffocating the dude, for exacerbating injuries, for being cold, earlier), a little concerned, and... ]
Hey.
[ Is Tim crying or laughing? Jeff reaches up with a tentative hand, gingerly brushing a thumb on Tim's cheek, trying to swipe away some tears with a chilly fingertip. Tim's so warm, and he can't tell if it only feels that way because he's just come in from outside, or if Tim's running hot, flush with a fever or... or something. ]
You're not-- [ He stops himself. ] Okay, maybe you are, but so what. I'm screwed up, Mere's screwed up, Malcolm-- Everyone's screwed up. [ We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. ] It's okay.