"Oh, fuck you," Tim snarls. He just needs to get it out, at this point. He's not really angry any more. They've had the fight, they've let the strain happen, but Tim's never been good at letting go of his grudges, and seeing Jon like nothing happened--like they didn't walk into The Unknowing and have everything go almost immediately to shit--just makes everything ache all over again, like a bruise pressed too hard.

He looms over him for a moment, just looks at Jon sprawled there like some sort of pile of knocked over kindling. It doesn't make him feel any better. After a long moment, he reaches out and grabs Jon by the wrist to haul him to his feet. "You definitely deserved that. Arse."