[A tiny, distressed noise leaks out from behind clenched teeth, and Tim puts his face in his hands. What is he doing here? Why is he - bothering the king with his bullshit? He's losing it. He's losing it; feels like his skin is unpeeling from underneath him like there's an itch like there's something he can't see he - ]
[A weight on his shoulder should unsettle him. Instead, it grounds him.]
I'm - I interrupted you, just barged in here to start asking you questions about your kid, who - who does that? Who does that?
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[A weight on his shoulder should unsettle him. Instead, it grounds him.]
I'm - I interrupted you, just barged in here to start asking you questions about your kid, who - who does that? Who does that?