[To be honest, it felt like Steph had been in this room for a lifetime now. When her expression shifts, Tim can't remember if it was recent because of something he'd done or said or if she had marched in with it. It makes him whine- actually whine, kind of hum out a dry little noise from the back of his throat like a pouting kid does. He quits his fidgeting and reclines against the wall and lets his head hang as she texts. And then he thinks oh my god she's going to drop me before she even finishes packing up the untouched soup and all those medical supplies that should
-probably-
be in the clinic. But didn't she say something about working with them or something? So Tim thinks he can give her a pass. Tim mumbles something not even he can make out when Steph slips over to him, but he figures it's a "seriously, don't-". There was no way to sway her from her resolve, so all Tim can think to do is to quit freaking when she gets her arm under his legs. Deadweight and the occasional flinch- and oh my god, Steph, please don't drop the boy.]
action;
-probably-
be in the clinic. But didn't she say something about working with them or something? So Tim thinks he can give her a pass. Tim mumbles something not even he can make out when Steph slips over to him, but he figures it's a "seriously, don't-". There was no way to sway her from her resolve, so all Tim can think to do is to quit freaking when she gets her arm under his legs. Deadweight and the occasional flinch- and oh my god, Steph, please don't drop the boy.]