[ He thinks he has the answers so easily, but it's all... reactionary. Adaptive. Part of her was immensely jealous as much as she was worried. He knew the next steps, but he's forgetting the middleman: he still was injured because of it. Even if she had grown a little bit into her confidence as being Panther in the metaverse, the stakes feel higher now. Feels... serious.
Maybe it was the way she viewed Tim. She grew close to him so quickly, felt as if she had to keep an eye on him when he has his own doubts. Now, she wanted to do anything she could to take any pain away. Whenever they do get some sleep, she knows the sight of Tim as he appeared on her balcony will stick with her.
But, through it all, she still tries. ]
And what if it's too big for you to handle? Where was your nearest back-up?
[ Maybe Tim wasn't even ready for that question β but it comes quickly, as if she feels nervous he didn't think that far ahead. He wasn't like Superboy, wasn't like these Gods from an island full of women β he was just, y'know, a normal guy wanting to do his best?
He keeps trying to explain and she doesn't feel like lecturing too harshly, she's too busy trying to fumble with the guaze and get it usable. The pressure was enough to give way to something, to try and do what she was told to help him. That's all she wants. Even the small gestures of his hand, of him pulling her closure β she feels awkward about it. As if he's downplaying how scary this is. Not for her, but him.
There's a gentleness she doesn't doubt, but when he kisses her β even if it always makes her heart quicken, she feels off. It's no discredit to him, she thinks, but among the embrace they share fueled on sadness, care, and respect for one another β Ann presses a bit too deeply against his wound.
She feels his body react and she pulls back, tears forming in her eyes immediately. ]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry β How much longer? [ Her voice sounded lost, still needing Tim's expertise, even if he was relying on her. ] You can't do this again... please.
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Maybe it was the way she viewed Tim. She grew close to him so quickly, felt as if she had to keep an eye on him when he has his own doubts. Now, she wanted to do anything she could to take any pain away. Whenever they do get some sleep, she knows the sight of Tim as he appeared on her balcony will stick with her.
But, through it all, she still tries. ]
And what if it's too big for you to handle? Where was your nearest back-up?
[ Maybe Tim wasn't even ready for that question β but it comes quickly, as if she feels nervous he didn't think that far ahead. He wasn't like Superboy, wasn't like these Gods from an island full of women β he was just, y'know, a normal guy wanting to do his best?
He keeps trying to explain and she doesn't feel like lecturing too harshly, she's too busy trying to fumble with the guaze and get it usable. The pressure was enough to give way to something, to try and do what she was told to help him. That's all she wants. Even the small gestures of his hand, of him pulling her closure β she feels awkward about it. As if he's downplaying how scary this is. Not for her, but him.
There's a gentleness she doesn't doubt, but when he kisses her β even if it always makes her heart quicken, she feels off. It's no discredit to him, she thinks, but among the embrace they share fueled on sadness, care, and respect for one another β Ann presses a bit too deeply against his wound.
She feels his body react and she pulls back, tears forming in her eyes immediately. ]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry β How much longer? [ Her voice sounded lost, still needing Tim's expertise, even if he was relying on her. ] You can't do this again... please.