Tim almost exhales, almost lets out that this sagging posture that he's been holding his spine erect, as Elias starts to move away from the fire and from him. He doesn't want to have him this close any more, doesn't want to have the creeping scrutiny of his presence.
It isn't the same. Maybe it's the atmosphere as much as anything else. So he almost exhales, turning his face away so that the relaxation is a more private thing.
When Elias speaks like that, the question, the sinking morbidity of it, it puts Tim's heckles right back up. He's spent months being vicious and defensive. There's nothing protecting him here (not that he was ever really protected back at the Institute), and he's very aware of that suddenly.
Tim looks at Elias, quiet a moment. A contemplative darkness of how far he can push this. "Guess that depends on the trouble you're expecting," he finally says, and with another slow, weighty pause, "Jonah."
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It isn't the same. Maybe it's the atmosphere as much as anything else. So he almost exhales, turning his face away so that the relaxation is a more private thing.
When Elias speaks like that, the question, the sinking morbidity of it, it puts Tim's heckles right back up. He's spent months being vicious and defensive. There's nothing protecting him here (not that he was ever really protected back at the Institute), and he's very aware of that suddenly.
Tim looks at Elias, quiet a moment. A contemplative darkness of how far he can push this. "Guess that depends on the trouble you're expecting," he finally says, and with another slow, weighty pause, "Jonah."