Dylan spares just a moment to toss a confused look to Nico before he turns his attention to Tim, reaching down to cup his jaw in one hand, resting the other above his sternum. Hundreds of oozy black tendrils erupt from his fingers and palms and attach to Tim. The tendrils are mirrored by black veins that start to criss-cross up Dylan's arms.

"It's okay," he whispers, closing his eyes as similar black veins snake along his face. "You're gonna be okay. Show me what's happening."

He's gotten good at managing the multiple inputs that symbiote abilities offer, and that comes in handy now. A part of him is doing a thorough look through his systems, trying to figure out what's happening. Another part of him is gently prodding at Tim's mind, seeing if the answer can be found in his memories somewhere.