Jay wilts immediately at the look from Daine, which he knows he deserves. She can't understand it, but there's just something viscerally wrong about Tim being called Alex. Why Tim would ever give that as a fake name he can't begin to guess.
Probably because it was the only one he could think of. Can't really blame him for that.
"Sorry," he mumbles. He backs up a bit to give the angel room to crouch by Tim's bedside, wanting too to avoid contact with his apparent illness. He's relieved Daine didn't go into detail on the situation but he knows too that details might be necessary. He chews his lip nervously, arms wrapped around himself.
Aziraphale rests a hand on Tim's forehead for a moment, then clicks his tongue. "It's very odd," he says. "He's alive, but he's not exactly sleeping. Certainly not dreaming, from what I can tell. I can-" He pauses to sneeze, managing not to do so on Tim, and resumes, sounding vaguely frustrated. "There is something there but it's like it's not complete. He can't wake up without the rest of it. What did the Rift do, exactly?" He looks up at Jay, who avoids his eyes.
"It..." He shifts his weight uncomfortably. "It took a part of him out. This... thing, this other person that kind of... shares space in his head. And then he collapsed and now he's like this."
Aziraphale seems to be considering this information for a moment before he looks back at Tim. "Well, whatever if it was, it seems like it was crucial," he says. "I'm afraid there's - not really anything I can do. I doubt we'd be able to find him in the dreaming, either. He's just... on ice, so to speak."
He straightens up, brushing himself off unnecessarily, before looking at Jay again. "I'm sorry."
Jay doesn't reply. He stares at the floor. Somehow more upsetting than all of it is the idea that Tim's masked counterpart is - crucial. A necessary part of the whole that is Tim. That's... that's awful.
Receiving no reply from the boy, Aziraphale looks to Daine. "His body will need care, I expect," he says. "Perhaps it would be best to send him to a hospital."
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Probably because it was the only one he could think of. Can't really blame him for that.
"Sorry," he mumbles. He backs up a bit to give the angel room to crouch by Tim's bedside, wanting too to avoid contact with his apparent illness. He's relieved Daine didn't go into detail on the situation but he knows too that details might be necessary. He chews his lip nervously, arms wrapped around himself.
Aziraphale rests a hand on Tim's forehead for a moment, then clicks his tongue. "It's very odd," he says. "He's alive, but he's not exactly sleeping. Certainly not dreaming, from what I can tell. I can-" He pauses to sneeze, managing not to do so on Tim, and resumes, sounding vaguely frustrated. "There is something there but it's like it's not complete. He can't wake up without the rest of it. What did the Rift do, exactly?" He looks up at Jay, who avoids his eyes.
"It..." He shifts his weight uncomfortably. "It took a part of him out. This... thing, this other person that kind of... shares space in his head. And then he collapsed and now he's like this."
Aziraphale seems to be considering this information for a moment before he looks back at Tim. "Well, whatever if it was, it seems like it was crucial," he says. "I'm afraid there's - not really anything I can do. I doubt we'd be able to find him in the dreaming, either. He's just... on ice, so to speak."
He straightens up, brushing himself off unnecessarily, before looking at Jay again. "I'm sorry."
Jay doesn't reply. He stares at the floor. Somehow more upsetting than all of it is the idea that Tim's masked counterpart is - crucial. A necessary part of the whole that is Tim. That's... that's awful.
Receiving no reply from the boy, Aziraphale looks to Daine. "His body will need care, I expect," he says. "Perhaps it would be best to send him to a hospital."