[Not shouting. Not shut down to protective, stubborn apathy. The eyes on him are conflicted but without the spark of what could only be termed as hatred. No, something wildly different has happened here. When the trio watched him (And Jon could FEEL those eyes, those questions, the feeling of those familiar with HIM weighing him and the marks of tragedy and power, making their decisions.) Tim had even put a hand on the younger Jon's forearm, eyes cast his way now and then to make sure Jon was all right.
And now, while the Martins are with Jon, working through the aftermath, Tim sits in the room with-
-Every time he thinks With Jon, those black rimmed eyes slide back onto him (and through him) and he can't think in those terms. He wants to. He saw the desperate hope and delicate balance in Algric's eyes. And-
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And now, while the Martins are with Jon, working through the aftermath, Tim sits in the room with-
-Every time he thinks With Jon, those black rimmed eyes slide back onto him (and through him) and he can't think in those terms. He wants to. He saw the desperate hope and delicate balance in Algric's eyes. And-
God, what is his life right now?]
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