[ Tim's voice is hoarse from emotions and the smoke quickly settling in there. He knows that music, how it pulls words from the mind and muddles concepts between each other. Somehow, the fire is much, much more comforting.
His eyes are wide, breathing a bit too ragged, and his steps are not nearly as neatly careful. ]
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[ Tim's voice is hoarse from emotions and the smoke quickly settling in there. He knows that music, how it pulls words from the mind and muddles concepts between each other. Somehow, the fire is much, much more comforting.
His eyes are wide, breathing a bit too ragged, and his steps are not nearly as neatly careful. ]
After, anyway.