[he's not -- there's a smoldering, steaming pile of burned wood and books, an empty fire extinguisher in koby's hands, and he's got a blanket from the emergency stash draped over his shoulders because the back of his shirt had burned away, and his head is throbbing and there's a criss-crossed gash on his forehead, blood down the side of his face, but. but he offers a smile, reaches out and squeezes at quentin's arm, setting down the extinguisher.]
Tim's back. He's -- not himself. [a sort of hoarse, shaky laugh.] Obviously. I don't -- I couldn't really understand what he wanted.
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[he's not -- there's a smoldering, steaming pile of burned wood and books, an empty fire extinguisher in koby's hands, and he's got a blanket from the emergency stash draped over his shoulders because the back of his shirt had burned away, and his head is throbbing and there's a criss-crossed gash on his forehead, blood down the side of his face, but. but he offers a smile, reaches out and squeezes at quentin's arm, setting down the extinguisher.]
Tim's back. He's -- not himself. [a sort of hoarse, shaky laugh.] Obviously. I don't -- I couldn't really understand what he wanted.