“Why would he do that?” He avoids echoing the statement (Kon tracked you down?) because it’s a huge stalling tell, but Tim stops breathing anyway.

His respiration, like his resting heart rate, is ridiculously low. Most people wouldn’t notice one or two skipped breaths while Tim’s brain scrambles to get all of his thoughts indexed and in order, so that he doesn’t have to invent. He needs to just respond.

He resumes a normal breathing pattern on queue, like the others weren’t missed at all. “I’ve been hurt. That’s not as weird as I’d like it to be.”