Oh. He’s upset the delicate jenga of being Tim. All the carefully supported hollows and gaps are fine until the wrong piece is jostled and then the weight’s too much. He shouldn’t have suggested that Tim make the cover story real. It’s such a stressful time sink, and he’s still so young.

TJ reels him into a reel hug, the way he wished people would’ve done for him more. The kind of hug he pretends he doesn’t need. “Hey. You don’t have to hide from me. I might not know every detail, but I understand. I know how hard you work. I know they don’t tell you that you’re great, and they should. You’re Robin. You iii earned that. You look after yourself, and B, and smooth the path for everyone around you and they don’t even notice. But you’re allowed to be not okay.”

He swallows the tightness in his throat away. “You can stay with me if you want. Nobody else needs to know if you’re not okay. Drake secret.”