Yeah, this is The Worst. Jack's face is just this frozen mechanical rictus sneer and he's aggressively being Jack at him and Tim hates everything that's happening right now, he doesn't like this ride and he wants to get off. He doesn't dare not make eye contact, or at least what he's like 99% sure is eye contact, even though he'd really rather be looking anywhere but into Jack's headlight eyeballs right now.
Tim's been doing what Jack's told him to for so long that he moves to get his things before he even thinks about the order-- it's probably mostly self-preservation, because Jack sounds annoyed and an annoyed Jack is about a hundred times more likely to hurt someone within arm's reach. Not that he has very much to grab, especially since half of the papers he'd collected have been scattered across the street, but he keeps a couple of things that he wants to read up on a little more and falls into step with Jack. What the hell else is he going to do? He's stuck in this brave new world with no clue and no cash, and even if there's probably (probably?) no way for Jack to actually enforce his debt in a universe where Hyperion doesn't exist, Tim also doesn't want to risk his temper.
"Um," he says, because cut him some slack, Jack, this shit is all nuts, "I didn't really... I thought this whole movie monster thing was, like, a prank or something?"
He did until he saw Jack's horror movie face, anyway. Or more horror movie than it already was, why did Jack think that stapling a mask of his own face on his face was a totally normal response to a facial scar again? And not like a half step down from Norman Bates levels of fucked up?
"I don't think anything's different about me. I mean... nothing's really happened?"
Other than waking up on the beach with a few bumps and bruises and a shotgun in his face, but that's like Tuesday for him.
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Tim's been doing what Jack's told him to for so long that he moves to get his things before he even thinks about the order-- it's probably mostly self-preservation, because Jack sounds annoyed and an annoyed Jack is about a hundred times more likely to hurt someone within arm's reach. Not that he has very much to grab, especially since half of the papers he'd collected have been scattered across the street, but he keeps a couple of things that he wants to read up on a little more and falls into step with Jack. What the hell else is he going to do? He's stuck in this brave new world with no clue and no cash, and even if there's probably (probably?) no way for Jack to actually enforce his debt in a universe where Hyperion doesn't exist, Tim also doesn't want to risk his temper.
"Um," he says, because cut him some slack, Jack, this shit is all nuts, "I didn't really... I thought this whole movie monster thing was, like, a prank or something?"
He did until he saw Jack's horror movie face, anyway. Or more horror movie than it already was, why did Jack think that stapling a mask of his own face on his face was a totally normal response to a facial scar again? And not like a half step down from Norman Bates levels of fucked up?
"I don't think anything's different about me. I mean... nothing's really happened?"
Other than waking up on the beach with a few bumps and bruises and a shotgun in his face, but that's like Tuesday for him.