There is no way they don't hear themselves, Tim thinks. His... jaw goes a little slack, honestly. It's not like he opens his mouth all gaping-fish about it, but Tim needs to force the air into his lungs. He stubbornly (is it stubborn to want to protect himself for once?) looks ahead, shoulders lined with all the tension of

being in Wolf Pen, taking a step and finding himself with months lost, people lost (again), a safe den lost (again), the cruel trick of a test hanging over his head.

It should by no means be a surprise when he turns on Neal

and does nothing. He trudges on, a moment of heavy silence falling between them as Tim fends off the iron taste and weight of his tongue. Finally, he says, "I don't have anything."

Naturally, he says it hotly. Naturally, it's a raspy voice with the added emphasis on disappointment in having to face the fact. Naturally, Tim... knows how to keep his volume down and his temper in check.

Live and learn, huh.

"That's what I need to find out. No, I haven't done the Orientation thing yet. I was too busy throwing up and with my- yeah, I skipped a step, and now I'm all lost because of it. Happy? I'll figure it out. Congratulations on your-- on the house."