Yeah. [Jay hunches into himself.] Tell me about it.
[He pauses.]
[He looks at Tim, and then back at himself. Copies. Right.]
[With a whistle of air through his nostrils, somewhere between a snort and a long-suffering sigh, he settles back into the chair.]
Guess the "multiverse" or whatever doesn't feel the same way.
[That's something different about this Tim, he thinks. When Wonderland would drop some new bullshit on them, when Tim's double would crush his windpipe or a cosmic cuttlefish would broadcast signals into his head, Tim--the Tim he knows--would look just as scared as Jay felt, just as angry as the inevitability of it all. He'd snipe and he'd yell and he'd lash out. Jay couldn't really blame him; it's not like he handled it any better.]
[Meanwhile, this Tim just looks tired. Jay can see a glimmer of the old annoyance, but instead of grabbing a fistful of Jay's shirt or giving him a black eye, he just takes a breath, and he lets it happen.]
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[He pauses.]
[He looks at Tim, and then back at himself. Copies. Right.]
[With a whistle of air through his nostrils, somewhere between a snort and a long-suffering sigh, he settles back into the chair.]
Guess the "multiverse" or whatever doesn't feel the same way.
[That's something different about this Tim, he thinks. When Wonderland would drop some new bullshit on them, when Tim's double would crush his windpipe or a cosmic cuttlefish would broadcast signals into his head, Tim--the Tim he knows--would look just as scared as Jay felt, just as angry as the inevitability of it all. He'd snipe and he'd yell and he'd lash out. Jay couldn't really blame him; it's not like he handled it any better.]
[Meanwhile, this Tim just looks tired. Jay can see a glimmer of the old annoyance, but instead of grabbing a fistful of Jay's shirt or giving him a black eye, he just takes a breath, and he lets it happen.]
[How long has this Tim really been out here?]
[How long does it take to get used to all this?]