[It's odd in a way, how Tim can be absolutely sure he's in the right about it, and watch the reaction and still have the pit of his stomach drop out, and his face flush bright with heat.
There's a moment, frozen, that he just... watches Jon pack up, with a quiet, folded in sort of devastation.
He shakes his head, pulling up enough indignation to push through.]
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There's a moment, frozen, that he just... watches Jon pack up, with a quiet, folded in sort of devastation.
He shakes his head, pulling up enough indignation to push through.]
God dammit, Jon. Don't you dare.