[ The “I know you are but what am I?” defense doesn’t work as well on Tim nowadays. It comes up often enough that he’s rather deft at sidestepping the blow. ]

I’m not. My choices are only self-detrimental when there’s no other logical option.

[ He’ll acknowledge he’s stubborn when he’s right, and not apologize for it. ]

You can teleport a truck, two men, and tigers, and then you’re visibly showing strain. Let me help. I’m asking.

[ Rook hates withholding aid, inaction when he thinks he can help, and ignoring the better option because of principles or whatever this is. ]

Or tell me enough about this that I feel better about letting you recuperate while we’re stuck in an unheated warehouse with tigers in a truck - and give me the gun I left on the seat. If they get out, I’m not fighting them off with a bo.