[Years of working the same miserable routine has schooled him to silence. Instead of the hard bite of watch it, Tim knows now to simply straighten, dull-eyed and watchful, as idle and innocent as anyone else. There's only a minute shift when he recognizes who it is that's run into him, a slight unraveling of the veil that's become the perpetual drape he wears.]
Are you okay?
[The kind of dumb thing someone would say if they'd learned to heap the blame upon themself: yes my lord and no my lady and my apologies for my clumsiness your eminence and so on. Even if it is someone who's ostensibly an equal - Tim, he's a simpleton.]
no subject
Are you okay?
[The kind of dumb thing someone would say if they'd learned to heap the blame upon themself: yes my lord and no my lady and my apologies for my clumsiness your eminence and so on. Even if it is someone who's ostensibly an equal - Tim, he's a simpleton.]
[Best not to draw attention to himself.]