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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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."