[Goddamnit. This can't mean anything good. Tim blows out a lengthy sigh of a breath, running fingers through his hair, unseen. When he speaks, the word is laden with nervous trepidation he'd all but forgotten existed.]
...yeah... [Drawing it out several syllables past its termination, with the lifting, anxious pitch of someone who has no idea what's coming - but is more than reasonably certain that it can't be anything good.]
[Voice]
[Goddamnit. This can't mean anything good. Tim blows out a lengthy sigh of a breath, running fingers through his hair, unseen. When he speaks, the word is laden with nervous trepidation he'd all but forgotten existed.]
...yeah... [Drawing it out several syllables past its termination, with the lifting, anxious pitch of someone who has no idea what's coming - but is more than reasonably certain that it can't be anything good.]