Oh-- [ His breath catches half-way through an inhale, body arches with the drag of the knife. The pain in his wrists lights up again, flares up when his knee jerks up to try to put some space between him and Harlan. ] I'm not lying! I'm not lying--
[ The blood dripping over and into his jeans is entirely discomfiting, but there's something--satisfying in the space between his skin and his muscle, where the knife turns. Sour satisfaction, but it matches the relief of having someone see the sin and not immediately come up with a thousand reasons why it's not his fault.
[ Tim tucks his chin to watch the work, gulps around the sick feeling that bubbles up in his chest when he looks at the bulge under his skin. He lowers his knee. ] I'm not--lying--I work with meta-metahumans, including inter--dimensionals. Something came across, grabbed--grabbed me and--picked out someone I had a crush on. I wasn't myself. I wasn't--myself.
id like to thank god and his son jesus for this gore
[ The blood dripping over and into his jeans is entirely discomfiting, but there's something--satisfying in the space between his skin and his muscle, where the knife turns. Sour satisfaction, but it matches the relief of having someone see the sin and not immediately come up with a thousand reasons why it's not his fault.
[ Tim tucks his chin to watch the work, gulps around the sick feeling that bubbles up in his chest when he looks at the bulge under his skin. He lowers his knee. ] I'm not--lying--I work with meta-metahumans, including inter--dimensionals. Something came across, grabbed--grabbed me and--picked out someone I had a crush on. I wasn't myself. I wasn't--myself.