[What blood Martin still possesses rushes to his cheeks as Tim just... does that. He reels a bit, light-headed, and can't really respond for a few seconds. Tim is stroking his hair and it feels nice, gentle. Oh, god, Martin is going to screw this up somehow. Maybe he shouldn't say anything at all, just be silent and it will keep going. The level of desperation for simple touch is pathetic, and Martin knows it. Still...]
Yeah, uh. We--I. May have seen one of her memories? From--from when there were all those weird...eye flower things? Back in...back...last month?
And she...might have. Maybe. Been keeping an eye on me since? Because I was roundly pathetic because of my death flu still and so I think she thinks I'm patently bad at being a living creature.
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Wait. You-you've talked to her before?
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And she...might have. Maybe. Been keeping an eye on me since? Because I was roundly pathetic because of my death flu still and so I think she thinks I'm patently bad at being a living creature.