[ His face sombers. Dick's sterner than usual, and it's a little jarring, but he's also right. A lot could happen in a week, and Tim's only just now starting to learn what. ]
Yeah.
[ Tim's going to worry. And fret. That's what Tim does. There's going to be a permanent worry line in his forehead by the time he's eighteen -- there's the makings of it, right there. Tim's had a hell of a week himself. ]
I'm sorry, 'Wing. I should have been here.
[ It's not like he could have done anything different -- it'd been an unlucky series of events that had landed him at Slabside, incommunicado -- but still, Tim can't help but feel like he could have made a difference somehow. Could have saved just one more person, could have helped, if he'd just been a little quicker, a little smarter. ]
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Yeah.
[ Tim's going to worry. And fret. That's what Tim does. There's going to be a permanent worry line in his forehead by the time he's eighteen -- there's the makings of it, right there. Tim's had a hell of a week himself. ]
I'm sorry, 'Wing. I should have been here.
[ It's not like he could have done anything different -- it'd been an unlucky series of events that had landed him at Slabside, incommunicado -- but still, Tim can't help but feel like he could have made a difference somehow. Could have saved just one more person, could have helped, if he'd just been a little quicker, a little smarter. ]