He stares at the proffered lighter with an expression approaching confused horror, then abruptly snaps his mouth closed and shakes his head numbly.
"Keep it," he says too quickly, too roughly, too desperately. He's not a fucking psychopath. He doesn't set things on fire. He never did. But maybe - maybe someone else should hold onto it. Just in case. Just in case. He's not about to do anything wrong, but just in case. Yeah.
Yuri's looking at him like he's seriously lost it; maybe he has, maybe he always has, he wouldn't know, it's not like Tim is the paragon of fucking reliability.
"I, uh," Tim pushes a too-shaky hand through his hair and glances out again, eyes flicking restively over the vibrant woodland. "I just -" How is he fucking this up? What's wrong with him - aside from the fucking norm? "I don't like," a trembling breath puts an odd distance between the previous word and next, "trees."
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"Keep it," he says too quickly, too roughly, too desperately. He's not a fucking psychopath. He doesn't set things on fire. He never did. But maybe - maybe someone else should hold onto it. Just in case. Just in case. He's not about to do anything wrong, but just in case. Yeah.
Yuri's looking at him like he's seriously lost it; maybe he has, maybe he always has, he wouldn't know, it's not like Tim is the paragon of fucking reliability.
"I, uh," Tim pushes a too-shaky hand through his hair and glances out again, eyes flicking restively over the vibrant woodland. "I just -" How is he fucking this up? What's wrong with him - aside from the fucking norm? "I don't like," a trembling breath puts an odd distance between the previous word and next, "trees."