[ The wailing cuts off suddenly, and Joel opens his eyes to see Tim, looking like he's been run over by a bus, but with his knife lodged firmly in the monster's neck. His knuckles are white where they grip the knife handle, his eyes staring glassily at nothing, and Joel pushes himself up quickly, ignoring the lingering pain in his ankle and the echoes of the banshee's wail still ringing in his head, focusing on Tim. ]
Hey - [ He hesitates a moment, not wanting to startle him or make things worse, then sets a heavy hand on the younger man's shoulder, squeezing it gently. ]
Hey, it's all right now. You can let go.
[ Whether Tim will even hear him, let alone listen and understand...well, that remains to be seen. ]
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Hey - [ He hesitates a moment, not wanting to startle him or make things worse, then sets a heavy hand on the younger man's shoulder, squeezing it gently. ]
Hey, it's all right now. You can let go.
[ Whether Tim will even hear him, let alone listen and understand...well, that remains to be seen. ]