Peering at Tim, trying to read his face and all those tiny twitches in his muscles, see past the pulse of his neck and the flush in his skin, R thinks he believes him. No, he’s sure he believes him. It’s not like he’d be able to pick out any tells if he was lying, but R decides he wants to go on his gut feeling on this one. If he really was one of the uncool ones, he wouldn’t tell him to go back and ask, right? R turns it over, chews on the question a bit in his head. He still comes away thinking that Tim’s telling the truth. R’s shoulder drops down from where it’d raised – he’s still dead but he looks more relaxed in his slouch, his head tilted slightly to the side.
“O…kay,” R finally says, unaware that he’d been staring for several long seconds that go past plain awkward and into creepy territory. “You…do that. I’ll…take your word.”
That wasn’t so bad. Maybe he doesn’t have to kill him. R really rather not. Tim seems like he’d be down with talking it out and that’s fine with him if they can be people about this (and he's willing to sit through groaning). R doesn’t chase Tim as he takes a few steps back, all sneaky-like, R not even noticing the space between them has suddenly grown several more feet in the meantime.
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R feels guilty all over again.
Peering at Tim, trying to read his face and all those tiny twitches in his muscles, see past the pulse of his neck and the flush in his skin, R thinks he believes him. No, he’s sure he believes him. It’s not like he’d be able to pick out any tells if he was lying, but R decides he wants to go on his gut feeling on this one. If he really was one of the uncool ones, he wouldn’t tell him to go back and ask, right? R turns it over, chews on the question a bit in his head. He still comes away thinking that Tim’s telling the truth. R’s shoulder drops down from where it’d raised – he’s still dead but he looks more relaxed in his slouch, his head tilted slightly to the side.
“O…kay,” R finally says, unaware that he’d been staring for several long seconds that go past plain awkward and into creepy territory. “You…do that. I’ll…take your word.”
That wasn’t so bad. Maybe he doesn’t have to kill him. R really rather not. Tim seems like he’d be down with talking it out and that’s fine with him if they can be people about this (and he's willing to sit through groaning). R doesn’t chase Tim as he takes a few steps back, all sneaky-like, R not even noticing the space between them has suddenly grown several more feet in the meantime.