[Tim almost doesn't notice the bodies scattered around. He's used to grisly sights such as those, and it doesn't matter anyway. They're dead. Can't come back from that.
His hands have wrapped around himself, the only gesture for self-comfort he knows, shoulders hunching protectively.]
Yeah, [he says, mumbling the word without looking up at the older boy. It's an obvious lie.] I'm fine. Everything's fine.
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His hands have wrapped around himself, the only gesture for self-comfort he knows, shoulders hunching protectively.]
Yeah, [he says, mumbling the word without looking up at the older boy. It's an obvious lie.] I'm fine. Everything's fine.