"No, actually, he came through the front door." He ignores the Rice Crispies questions for the moment. "He got hurt in Buffalo. He hasn't told me what happened yet, which is good, because he won't have to do it more than once if he doesn't want to."
The helpless look Tim gives him decides Neal. He feels like Tim should be the one who gets to say it, who gets to share the information, but he also doesn't think Tim is fully capable of doing it just now in a way that wouldn't minimize things unnecessarily or... Or.
Malcolm stares at Neal, then looks at Tim. At his leg that goes nicely to the floor and also the one he can now see beside it, stopping somewhere up the pantleg.
"Wh... how did that happen?" he asks Tim. "When did that happen? If you were in the hospital, why didn't you call us?"
Tim blinks and it's just like that: he's all caught up. Done processing. He's fine with this. This is fine. Malcolm is looking at him like he's not fine.
Tim, spurred on by irrational indignation, tells Neal, "I didn't lose it. I know exactly where it went."
--heh. He shifts again, this time so he can heavily rest is back against a very fluffy cushion. He addresses Malcolm with less hurry, no urgency.
"It didn't get eaten by the mouth painting. I will deck anyone who asks that. I did call from the hospital. Remember? I was working on... something. I got busy."
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The helpless look Tim gives him decides Neal. He feels like Tim should be the one who gets to say it, who gets to share the information, but he also doesn't think Tim is fully capable of doing it just now in a way that wouldn't minimize things unnecessarily or... Or.
"He lost part of his leg."
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"Wh... how did that happen?" he asks Tim. "When did that happen? If you were in the hospital, why didn't you call us?"
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Tim, spurred on by irrational indignation, tells Neal, "I didn't lose it. I know exactly where it went."
--heh. He shifts again, this time so he can heavily rest is back against a very fluffy cushion. He addresses Malcolm with less hurry, no urgency.
"It didn't get eaten by the mouth painting. I will deck anyone who asks that. I did call from the hospital. Remember? I was working on... something. I got busy."