Just like that, singular flail gone, March is completely back to normal: back straight, hands on his hips in something that's less of a power stance and more of a neutral position. He exhales. It's not that big of a deal.

And hey. Tim looks almost like he thought it was amusement. That's an actual emotion that isn't teenage punk-i-tude.

"Is there no one from the goddamn 70s but me?"