"No, it really is," he says, shaking his head slightly at her. "And the worst thing, kid, is that you don't have any idea how wrong it is."
He's the wrong person to be explaining this. Tim was sneaking out of the house on a consistent basis before he left middle school, and the few times he submitted to house arrest were willing(ish). Really, he wishes there was someone like Cissie or Cassie, who could relate to overprotective mother figures. Even Kon would have more of a natural starting point: girl in a tower, boy in a tube.
Tim doesn't know where to begin to fix it. It's not important; they're here now, and the others are not. And they're never going home. They're going to die in here again and again, him and Bruce and this ruined girl.
He clears his throat and changes the subject, mentally and aloud. "You really need to do something with this hair of yours. You've gone yards past impracticality. When's the last time you had it cut? 10 years?"
Actually, at this length... it's simply not possible. Human hair doesn't grow fast enough.
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He's the wrong person to be explaining this. Tim was sneaking out of the house on a consistent basis before he left middle school, and the few times he submitted to house arrest were willing(ish). Really, he wishes there was someone like Cissie or Cassie, who could relate to overprotective mother figures. Even Kon would have more of a natural starting point: girl in a tower, boy in a tube.
Tim doesn't know where to begin to fix it. It's not important; they're here now, and the others are not. And they're never going home. They're going to die in here again and again, him and Bruce and this ruined girl.
He clears his throat and changes the subject, mentally and aloud. "You really need to do something with this hair of yours. You've gone yards past impracticality. When's the last time you had it cut? 10 years?"
Actually, at this length... it's simply not possible. Human hair doesn't grow fast enough.