Tim wasn’t sure what was happening, really. One moment his boot was talking to his sister, the next he started feeling... weird.

He kind of knew what had started it. He didn’t like the comparison that was made in passing about him and his father. He never wanted to be like that asshole.

But he’d never acted like this before. He felt clammy and sweaty, he felt his mind grow light and heard his heart thumping in his ear. His face was set in his usual firm glare, so it wasn’t really clear what was going on within his mind, but he couldn’t even hear what they were talking about anymore. It was scaring him, though he’d never admit it.

He wasn’t sure when they’d stopped talking. Or when they’d left the house. All he knew is that he found himself grabbing the rookie’s arm, voice thick and unlike his own as he stared at them.

“I’m not like him,” he said in a shaky, quiet tone. As if he wasn’t trying to convince only them.