[The words are low, and as soft and easy as they get, with Tim. Maybe not enough, but fuck, what the hell else is he supposed to do? She's holding it together, but barely. More frayed and at the end of her rope than he's ever seen her. He's been vulnerable, left trembling and hollow at the end of someone else's camera, too often for that to rankle like it would have once.]
[But she's not had to adjust, the way he has, to having your private turmoil broadcasted on all channels.]
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[The words are low, and as soft and easy as they get, with Tim. Maybe not enough, but fuck, what the hell else is he supposed to do? She's holding it together, but barely. More frayed and at the end of her rope than he's ever seen her. He's been vulnerable, left trembling and hollow at the end of someone else's camera, too often for that to rankle like it would have once.]
[But she's not had to adjust, the way he has, to having your private turmoil broadcasted on all channels.]
Just...an hour. Two hours. Something.