Something - someone - crashes into him heavily, nearly unbalancing them both, and for a wild minute Tim thinks it's over, it's over, it's Found him, but it has never felt so solid and small.
The voice that gasps out his name dispenses a familiar flood of ice into his system. His skin's already prickling and his heart is already groaning and his mouth is already dry; there's nothing left of him to be startled any more. But Tim knows that mess of skinny, bone-ragged panting, but he doesn't look right without his camera, he just stands there, one fist clenched ridiculously, like he's about to fly at Tim and bring him crashing to the ground by the power of scrawny resolve alone.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Jay snarls, thrashing like a rabid thing.
"Fuck," growls Tim, brow scrunching into a concerned, weary furrow. "Not you again." He doesn't need this guilt. But Jay looks remarkably alive, miraculously not-bloody, which is in its own way a tiny blessing. Not that it isn't a reminder either way.
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The voice that gasps out his name dispenses a familiar flood of ice into his system. His skin's already prickling and his heart is already groaning and his mouth is already dry; there's nothing left of him to be startled any more. But Tim knows that mess of skinny, bone-ragged panting, but he doesn't look right without his camera, he just stands there, one fist clenched ridiculously, like he's about to fly at Tim and bring him crashing to the ground by the power of scrawny resolve alone.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Jay snarls, thrashing like a rabid thing."Fuck," growls Tim, brow scrunching into a concerned, weary furrow. "Not you again." He doesn't need this guilt. But Jay looks remarkably alive, miraculously not-bloody, which is in its own way a tiny blessing. Not that it isn't a reminder either way.