A scalpel to the chest on repeat: the sick feeling in Tim's gut slides up into his chest, settles in his throat. It's probably a good thing that things still make him feel this way, that sometimes when Bruce isn't there he has to walk away from a body and throw up. That it can stay with him for days or months and he has to cross his arms now to keep from touching his collar.
He doesn't want to cut someone open and write a report on it later, but he doesn't want to let it show either, gritting his teeth and holding himself still next to Jason. "It still happened," he says, pushing his hair back and tugging it a little, staring back at Jason and finding it hard to hide that he's just as lost right now. "It's okay to be upset. Do you think...is he a danger to anyone? Is he a danger to himself?"
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Date: 2011-02-28 01:45 am (UTC)He doesn't want to cut someone open and write a report on it later, but he doesn't want to let it show either, gritting his teeth and holding himself still next to Jason. "It still happened," he says, pushing his hair back and tugging it a little, staring back at Jason and finding it hard to hide that he's just as lost right now. "It's okay to be upset. Do you think...is he a danger to anyone? Is he a danger to himself?"