Anyone with eyes can see how fast Tim's deteriorating, and Nico rushes to ease him back on the floor without dropping him. The scurrying crabwalk backwards that he does to get away before he does anymore damage is pure panic.

He's made people go that bone white before, shortly before he wasted them right off this mortal coil, and so it had to be him. He's never accidentally used that power on living things before. Grass, yes, food, yes - apologies to whoever had an orange on the coffee table. It is not surviving this frigid wash of bad vibes rolling off Nico.

"Dylan, I can't touch him. Please." Please something. Please anything because Nico has fucked up entirely.