[He'd tell Klaus to stop touching him if he could manage the words, but as it is he only glares. The way he's trembling with exhaustion probably undercuts the sentiment nicely.]
[Then Tim jerks on the spot, panicked and abrupt, his heart leaping into his throat. Those red searchlight eyes, glaring at him like stop signs - at least it has eyes. That's what saves him. He wrenches forward, more or less bulling on past it in an effort to get to the beach. It has a face. It has wings. It has fur. It isn't thin and reaching out and up toward the sky, blending in between the trees effortlessly.]
[It isn't the one thing he is afraid of. It's just near enough to it for it to hurt.]
Don't look at it. Close your eyes and don't look at it.
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[Then Tim jerks on the spot, panicked and abrupt, his heart leaping into his throat. Those red searchlight eyes, glaring at him like stop signs - at least it has eyes. That's what saves him. He wrenches forward, more or less bulling on past it in an effort to get to the beach. It has a face. It has wings. It has fur. It isn't thin and reaching out and up toward the sky, blending in between the trees effortlessly.]
[It isn't the one thing he is afraid of. It's just near enough to it for it to hurt.]
Don't look at it. Close your eyes and don't look at it.