Tim Wayne: Cast13: Video

[redripoff]

If you know me, try not to get maimed, lacerated, bruised, sliced, eviscerated, decapitated, or otherwise injured. The same goes to the rest of you, but there's enough of you bleeding right now to keep a guy in anxious insomnia for a week.

Gabe, you were saying something about smiting?

Comments

[Audio] Locked 60%

[notasidedick]

[Nope. Not going video. Not even for you. He sounds tired anyways.]

I don't need to hear a lecture because I already know it was stupid. I already feel stupid for it.

Are you here to make me feel more stupid because then go on. I'm ready.

[notasidedick]

Tim.

[Long pause.]

Why? Am I supposed to go somewhere right now? If I get coordinates, I might be able to find my way there.

[-->In person]

[redripoff]

I'm coming over.

Try to pick yourself off the floor at least. Melancholy is a shitty look on you.

[Honestly, he takes his time getting there, but honestly he's not looking forward to dealing with any of this. At all. He even considers just not knocking when he finally gets to the door.

[But he does knock. Even this week, he's not a complete wuss.]

THAT WASN'T WHAT HE WAS EXPECTING.

[notasidedick]

[Oh...well shit. So much for trying to avoid Tim.

He's so tempted to not answer the door, but that would be rude. But it might have taken him a few minutes to get to it on the account of he had to remember where he was standing and where the door is.]

Hi Tim. I'm assuming. [He hasn't been able to properly open his eyes as of yet without it hurting horribly. And he's covered in cuts and his right arm is completely useless right now.]

[redripoff]

Surprise. [He mumbles. Seeing the state Dick's in fills him completely with guilt. Tim eases in, tucking the door shut behind him. Instinctively, he reaches out to take Dick's good arm and lead him to sit--but his hand jerks back last second, and he's morbidly grateful for the blindness.

[sighs heavy.] Have you had anyone look at your arm?

[notasidedick]

I'm thoroughly surprised. [He's chewing the inside of his cheek. Hearing the door click shut, he's going to make his way back to his bed. He might have kicked his faciliberry on the account he forgot to pick it up when he dropped it.]

I don't know who to speak to about this. You're the first person who's come in contact with me in person since my fight.

[redripoff]

[muttered, as he follow and gets the guts up to take Dick's shoulders, aim him back at the bed.] You should have called someone. You're smart, you could've figure the berry out.

[notasidedick]

[He tilts his head in what he hopes is Tim's direction.]

Tim, you do forget that I have the tendency to deal with things by myself. Injuries included.

And I have. I've been able to use the audio just fine.

[redripoff]

I've also known you to use your brain in the past! About injuries just like everything else! [the appraising feather of his fingers over the broken arm halts near Dick's elbow.] An injury this serious isn't something you can handle blind, Dick!

[notasidedick]

[He hangs his head a little.]

I didn't care too much about the injury. The physical pain, I can deal with well enough. It distracted my thoughts a bit at least. And I really needed to be distracted from them.

You know it's stupid, that I'm just glad you're actually talking to me again. I was pretty sure you weren't. At least not anytime soon.

[redripoff]

I don't know why you would think that. [It's grumbled fast and quiet and so disingenuous, he can't even pretend that Dick will believe that, so Tim just busies himself with testing the break in this arm. It'll hurt; he's being carefully and he knows Dick can take it, but it'll hurt.]

[notasidedick]

Because I went too far. [Forget the fact you initiated it all.

He winces a little. But shows no other signs other then perhaps knitting his brows a little. He's patient, and he trusts Tim is trying to be as careful as possible.]

[redripoff]

[It's not a clean break. That's a big problem. He'll have to find a healer as soon as possible.]

You didn't do anything.

[notasidedick]

[Too bad Dick doesn't know who's a healer around here for the most part.]

If I didn't do anything, you wouldn't be avoiding me.

[redripoff]

I came on to you. [he spits it out. Maybe once it's out, they can stop thinking about it.] I'm sorry, it's not your fault--look, I don't really wanna talk about it.

[notasidedick]

And I let you. And I went with it. [You know if they talked about it earlier, this wouldn't have became such a problem.] And I didn't blame you for it and it was both our faults then. Can we stop avoiding each other now because I'm not putting it against you.