[He's surprised the effort doesn't fall through in the first three steps. The more he worries about how much that potential drop to the hardwood floor will feel against his sore bones, the more tense he gets and so it isn't long before Tim has his eyes closed just to relax. Keeping his head up in this position is near impossible too, and Tim is soon resting it on whatever part of Steph's shoulder or chest he can find to be less intrusive. And then he opens his eyes again.

It's slow going. He's feeling sick from the movement. So thank god Steph doesn't have the mind to haul him through the hall and out the building, but-]

're you texting? Why not speaker? Put me down before you hurt yourself. [Because he's bracing himself again despite his best efforts not to, because he knows this wasn't going to work out as well as they both had hoped-] I owe you for this only if I don't get a concussion out of it.