Tim's doctor tuts disapprovingly.

"You really ought to be more careful, Timothy. You and her...you're not a good mix."

His teeth grit hard enough for his molars to feel ready to crack, but he allows his shoulders to slump with the pretense of disappointment. Just...play along. Play the game. The voices haven't faded into the distance; he can still hear Georgia, and the doctor's morose, ridiculous claim.

Oh, shit.

That's not about to go over well. Tim slows, dragging his feet - craning his neck to glance back at her as he tenses for the invariable explosion.