Tim doesn't say anything for a moment. He's long since gotten used to the abrupt nature of being blinked from one position to the next, and while it's not something he finds comfortable, exactly, it's no longer capable of reducing him to a blind panic. Still, that doesn't mean he's forgotten what it's like, to grapple with the sickening drop in the pit of his stomach and the reflexive hitch in his throat for a coughing fit that'd never come.
"We're good," he says, again keeping his tone as steady as possible. This effort lasts for about as long as it takes for him to try and follow that up with a question that would probably sound reasonable if it was aimed at anyone else, but just has Tim braced for a sharp retort: "You, uh - you need a minute?"
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Tim doesn't say anything for a moment. He's long since gotten used to the abrupt nature of being blinked from one position to the next, and while it's not something he finds comfortable, exactly, it's no longer capable of reducing him to a blind panic. Still, that doesn't mean he's forgotten what it's like, to grapple with the sickening drop in the pit of his stomach and the reflexive hitch in his throat for a coughing fit that'd never come.
"We're good," he says, again keeping his tone as steady as possible. This effort lasts for about as long as it takes for him to try and follow that up with a question that would probably sound reasonable if it was aimed at anyone else, but just has Tim braced for a sharp retort: "You, uh - you need a minute?"