they are the embodiment of friendship to me, the blorbiest blorbos to ever blorbo, never before have i seen a group with such a strong trans and autistic energy, they live rent free in my head, they-
the thing is that tim IS genuinely bad at conceptualizing that people care and are concerned about him in, like, a lasting kind of way, he’s just not as disbelieving, or as maudlin, about it as fanfiction likes to portray
like, it’s not:
other person: oh my god! TIM! we were worried about YOU! tim: you … you were? (tearing up) but why would you be worried about me? i’m worthless, because i can’t do anything right. at least that’s what my parents always said, when they weren’t busy leaving me to go on important digs in mozambique–
but more like:
other person: oh my god! TIM! we were worried about YOU! tim: you were – ? (sheepish) oh, shoot, sorry! i keep forgetting that’s a thing. other person: being … worried about other people??? tim: no!! of course i worry about other people! i just forget that it, you know, goes both ways? other person: i’m sorry, what? tim: i’ll try to be better about remembering, though! i can, like, leave a note or something? (brightly, patting OTHER PERSON on the arm) it was really nice of you to be be worried about me! i’m fine, though. i’ll put that in the note next time.
