The moment Tim lifts his hand he feels his stomach drop like he's on a fucking rollercoaster. He pitches forward and catches himself, curled over against the air being pushed past him as Tim carries him across the room. He's being slow and reasonably gentle, but it's still so much worse than he thought it would be. Oh god oh god.
When he's finally lowered back down to the table he almost rolls off Tim's hand, landing on the hard wood with a little gasp.
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The moment Tim lifts his hand he feels his stomach drop like he's on a fucking rollercoaster. He pitches forward and catches himself, curled over against the air being pushed past him as Tim carries him across the room. He's being slow and reasonably gentle, but it's still so much worse than he thought it would be. Oh god oh god.
When he's finally lowered back down to the table he almost rolls off Tim's hand, landing on the hard wood with a little gasp.
"Okay," he says. "That wasn't terrible."
He was never a good liar.