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[ Bright yellow’s faded into tarnished, crumbling rust. Love still flows through him freely, but it isn’t joyful, woven close with fear, with worry, with guilt. Guilt on guilt on more guilt, so many layers of it that he can barely think, only serve, in hopes of alleviating even a little bit of it. Tim feels Koby reaching out, and he’s still not used to the sensation that goes along with it, but for a second, the slightest second, he relaxes. Exhales without his chin wobbling with a barely repressed sob. ]

Yeah. Thank you.

You look after me, so I can look after them. If you need anything

Well, I’m sure Quentin’s got you covered

But if you need him, talk to Hawk. Between the two of you I’ll be fine.