It's more than he expects, and that makes him look relieved, too, when Tim helps haul him up. Jon finds his footing again and does his best not to get blood on anything, which is awkward and difficult and something he's genuinely getting tired of, after the July he's had. The colour of it is still wrong: it drips a dark, garish pink instead of red.

Tim is here. Jon has the wild urge to do something inane and ill-advised, like hug him. He really doesn't think he'd be allowed.

"Right. Well. Welcome to Deerington."