He closes his mouth, having to remind himself that he is dangerously close to chewing his whole tongue off at this rate if bites down on it one more time. That would make a lot of people happy.
Tim, a wuss, keeps stubborn eyes away from B. And away from the wound.
Ow, you jerk, and second,
"I don't know. Ask Robin."
He's not even trying to snark about it he just thinks
B, please understand. He has no idea. And so the guilt grows.
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Tim feels like he wants to cry. (Take a shot.)
"--."
He closes his mouth, having to remind himself that he is dangerously close to chewing his whole tongue off at this rate if bites down on it one more time. That would make a lot of people happy.
Tim, a wuss, keeps stubborn eyes away from B. And away from the wound.
Ow, you jerk, and second,
"I don't know. Ask Robin."
He's not even trying to snark about it he just thinks
B, please understand. He has no idea. And so the guilt grows.