[He spends another moment just. Just staring. He has to be sure. But when he can see the present Martin through where his fingers should be as he thrusts his hand away...
A breath. In. Out.]
His hand looks like yours do.
[Like the one currently gripping Tim's shoulder. He can't help but notice, tension running through him.]
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A breath. In. Out.]
His hand looks like yours do.
[Like the one currently gripping Tim's shoulder. He can't help but notice, tension running through him.]