“I don’t get why you’re insisting on doing this today. We’ve known each other less than eighteen hours. And I don’t really want to do anything except sleep for a week. Again.”
Tim’s looking pretty grouchy in his loose shorts and a raggedy Queen shirt that he only wore when he was painting something. He’d been “invited” for power testing the day after he woke up from his post-awakening coma. She literally saved your life, Tim. The least you can do is show up. She promised this could be the last time if you don’t match after this.