A little warily, Tim gets himself upright. There's a faint rush as he adjusts to the buzz and pressure of standing again, but it's like his body is too tired to raise much of a fuss. It had still been on the mend, after all, when everything had changed. Or maybe it hadn't. Tim doesn't really trust his mental tracking of time anymore.

He brushes his knees off and follows. His life never changes, just the backdrop. He'll do what he's always done. He'll keep his head down. He'll be Completely Normal.

Everything will be fine.