[The weight-- no, not the weight, the warmth, on his arm, solid and firm and perfectly Tim-sized and so very there-- seems to jolt him out of whatever state he's sunken into. A dream never feels this real, an auditory or visual hallucination could never be this on point at the same time. He had enough composure not to completely flinch, but there's a definite jump in his stature, barely there but painfully noticeable for someone like them.
In the same motion he opens his eyes, lifts his head to look at the boy standing next to him, lets the expression on his face melt away from harsh anger to something softer, sad, but hopeful-- maybe hopeful, maybe just desperate.
The slab-- he remembered the reports, it'd completely disappeared, practically off the face of the Earth. Was that where...?]
You're-- you're alive? [He's already moving, worried hands beginning to fuss as he carefully inspects Tim's injuries, checks for more, assures himself that he's there, and oh look, he has a pulse, takes a look at the eye, a few of the cuts and bruises, he really was--] Are you OK? No internal injuries, broken bones, head injury or toxin exposure?
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In the same motion he opens his eyes, lifts his head to look at the boy standing next to him, lets the expression on his face melt away from harsh anger to something softer, sad, but hopeful-- maybe hopeful, maybe just desperate.
The slab-- he remembered the reports, it'd completely disappeared, practically off the face of the Earth. Was that where...?]
You're-- you're alive? [He's already moving, worried hands beginning to fuss as he carefully inspects Tim's injuries, checks for more, assures himself that he's there, and oh look, he has a pulse, takes a look at the eye, a few of the cuts and bruises, he really was--] Are you OK? No internal injuries, broken bones, head injury or toxin exposure?