Beegirl catches onto one of Timman's helmet straps, so she can speak closer to his ear.
"He seemed nice," she says pleasantly. "I hope you two see each other again soon, properly."
She doesn't tell Timman what the particulars, because frankly he doesn't seem equipped for that right now, not with all that junk in his head, blocking out his whole secret identity - let him be happy, even if it is a strange happiness plastered on top of his natural being. There will be time later for the explanation, that Jay is dead and dead again, lost and torn between running away and reaching out - he needs Tim, surely, not Timman, but all that isn't quite her business, so she tucks it away for later.
"Where to next?" she says instead.
[idk shall we open this to threadjacks or have a dumb adventure of our own design]
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"He seemed nice," she says pleasantly. "I hope you two see each other again soon, properly."
She doesn't tell Timman what the particulars, because frankly he doesn't seem equipped for that right now, not with all that junk in his head, blocking out his whole secret identity - let him be happy, even if it is a strange happiness plastered on top of his natural being. There will be time later for the explanation, that Jay is dead and dead again, lost and torn between running away and reaching out - he needs Tim, surely, not Timman, but all that isn't quite her business, so she tucks it away for later.
"Where to next?" she says instead.
[idk shall we open this to threadjacks or have a dumb adventure of our own design]