[Jack's arm around him is kind of like getting hugged by rebar, but Tim would take just about whatever comfort he could get at this point. He was a mess, covered in gore and traumatized from the nightmare that he'd woken up to and he just... really needed someone else to make decisions for a while. He could't handle the actual mess that is everything in his head right now and also make decisions.]
[Tim follows him upstairs and through the master bedroom, into the master bath-- sits where he's put, next to the tub. He shakes and the tears are cutting tracks through the blood on his face and he's shaking his head a little as though saying no to something, like he could just say no enough times to this whole situation and that would make it go away.]
[At least he's not making those terrible, wounded animal sounds anymore, but the sight of silent tears rolling down his cheeks might not be all that much better.]
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[Tim follows him upstairs and through the master bedroom, into the master bath-- sits where he's put, next to the tub. He shakes and the tears are cutting tracks through the blood on his face and he's shaking his head a little as though saying no to something, like he could just say no enough times to this whole situation and that would make it go away.]
[At least he's not making those terrible, wounded animal sounds anymore, but the sight of silent tears rolling down his cheeks might not be all that much better.]