In the time between getting to the light switch and back, Tim's managed to push off most of the blanket. His clothes are a tattered mess of bloodstained and burns, held together by threadbare strands so pointless he might as well be naked.
"Don't." It's a mumble, as he rolls to be face-down in the pillow. "Hurts t'touch."
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Date: 2022-01-21 12:50 am (UTC)"Don't." It's a mumble, as he rolls to be face-down in the pillow. "Hurts t'touch."