[Tim, physically, is something of the opposite. He's well-accustomed to running for his damn life, heavyset as he is, but his endurance only goes as far as his survival instinct. His lungs are already threatening to contract in a series of explosive, painful wheezes.
He swallows down the urge to cough, and complies. The further they get off the ground, the more it'll suck if he fucks this up.
He should probably not fuck this up.]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. [There's a rasp to the words, and goddamn but he hates his respiratory so much right now.]
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He swallows down the urge to cough, and complies. The further they get off the ground, the more it'll suck if he fucks this up.
He should probably not fuck this up.]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. [There's a rasp to the words, and goddamn but he hates his respiratory so much right now.]