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[Oh damn, he sort of forgot about...Tim. Whoops. At least this is audio so he doesn't have to quickly change.

He doesn't bother to hide his tiredness, nor his surprise and appreciation. He's come to like and respect Korra even more over these past three days, and he's grateful Kon has someone like her.]

Hi Korra. I got really lucky, so I can't complain. Trying to help out where I can even if it isn't much. Figured it was better than staying put in my room.

[Sigh.]

What about you? You sound exhausted.

I'm okay...not hurt or anything. I was just helping one of my friends most of the time. I'll feel better after I sleep or something.

[She can actually rest now that she knows Kon's better.]

So you didn't wake up with any injuries?

Are they okay?

[He knows the answer to that but it would be weird not asking.]

No, I'm fine. I assume you are too if you're out helping people. Hey, why don't you get some rest?

[He's seen first hand how exhausted Korra is and it won't do her or anyone good for her to keep running around.]

Dude. Pot, kettle?

Or is that kettle, pot? Come to think of it, of all the kitchen implements to randomly yell at people, why limit yourself to just those two? Seriously, what do you have against spatulas?

[Sorry, Tim. I hope you weren't expecting to have a phone call in peace or anything.]

[He immediately covers the speaker and jerks the communicator away from himself. That's right, a dirty look and a mix of hushing and hissing are coming your way.]

Kon! Shut up!

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What? You don't want news of your anti-spatula prejudice spreading throughout Haven?

[The whisper-hissing will continue as long as Korra is still on the line. Did you seriously interrupt and possibly alert Korra to Tim knowing Kon just to argue about kitchenware. Really.]

How is that relevant to anything?

[Why are you annoying even while bed-ridden?]

Don't ask me! I didn't invent the English language, I just speak it.

And speaking of, once you get off calling the spatula a frying pan, you should really check into bed yourself. You look terrible.

Lower your voice, I'm talking to Korra as Tim.

[Not even going to dignify the rest with a response, because wtf. The comment on his appearance earns Kon a bland, unimpressed look. Kon isn't one to talk.

(To be fair, Kon is looking much better now, to his eternal relief.)]

Pot, kettle.

[And it comes back around full circle.]

What? Tim is allowed to have friends.

[Kon groggily heaves himself into a sitting position. He is pretty sure he woke up for a reason, but what that reason is escapes him right now.]

There you go again.

[Ignore him! He will just be here trying to decide if he wants something to drink badly enough to risk leaving his bed.]

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She knows I'm friends with you as Red Robin.

[Guess who missed what you initially said because he was listening to what Korra was saying?]

What are you talking about?

[His tone might be a little irritated but he continues humoring Kon, knowing he needs the distraction.]

Maybe I have multiple friends. I'm just that personable.

[Yeah, Kon decides he is going to stand. This necessitates a lot of wobbling.]

Pots and woah -- kettles.

Missing the point, Kon.

[KON NO. Tim immediately drops the communicator (sorry Korra) and grabs Kon's shoulders to steady him.]

What are you doing? I told you to ask me to get you anything you need or to help you up if you need to use the restroom.

[Not that he's sure how that works with the condition Kon is in.]

[Sorry, Korra. Kon is going to lean heavily on Tim as he tries to adjust to the swirling room.]

That was not a good plan.

[He is so sick of this -- three days of being entirely dependant on other people for even the most basic of bodily functions and he lets Tim help him back onto the bed without even a token protest.]

Throat's kind of sore.

What was your first clue?

[He helps him carefully lower himself on the bed and once Kon is settled and as comfortable as he can be given the situation, Tim murmurs a "Don't try to move again" and leaves. He returns with a glass of water and offers it to Kon, leaving it up to him if he wants Tim to hold it up while he drinks or if he wants to do it himself.]

Hey.

[Even if Kon doesn't voice it, it's clear it bugs him to feel incompetent and dependent.]

It's okay to rely on us. You aren't useless.

[Kon uses his TTK to pull Tim's hand close enough that he can drink. Best of both worlds. Or it would be if the water didn't taste of well. Blood.

It's a inevitable side-effect of getting your head bitten off that no one ever warns you about.]

I'm bleeding on your clothes.

Deliberately.

[He holds the cup patiently, the familiar tingle of TTK running over his hands. As Kon drinks, Tim tries to ignore how some of the water is beginning to dilute the bloody bandages encircling Kon's neck even though neither of them have spilled a drop.

(It doesn't quite work, and something flickers in his eyes.)

At the mention of bleeding, he automatically glances at all of Kon's bandages and then decides they don't need to be changed for another hour. His eyes move on to his suit. There's blood crusting parts of it, but it isn't like it would be that hard to get out. There's also blood crusted under his fingernails, but that isn't a big deal to get out either.]

It's nothing.

[For the most part it doesn't bother or gross him out when blood gets on him and his clothing, it's part of the job. What bothers him is the fact that it's Kon's blood. He carefully closes that away because Kon doesn't need to see and misinterpret that. What he gets to see is the sincerity, because Tim wants him to feel more comfortable and less ashamed relying on him.]

[Kon huffs angrily. That hurts his throat even more, but at this stage what doesn't hurt?]

Don't be reasonable when I am being a jerk!

[God, Tim. Let Kon drive you away with his insensitive behaviour while also keeping a hold on you with his TTK to make sure that you don't leave!]

Jerk.

[Did Kon expect anything but an amused snort? Because he'll be disappointed otherwise.]

How dare you bleed on me because Yao Corp decided to screw with you.

[Have you ever witnessed anyone so deadpan, Kon?]

I am so offended I am going to storm off now.

Fine. Be like that, geez. Leave me here to bleed on my own.

[Kon isn't sure whether he is impressed or not. He settles for gently levering himself back onto the bed.] But take your phone with you. Korra's gonna think you don't care.

And miss out on the joy of your company?

[He unconsciously hovers until Kon settles, after which a little of the tension disappears from the set of his shoulders. Once he leaves the cup nearby, he sits on the chair he had pulled up the day before, only to jump back up again.

Oohhhhh crap, he sure did forget about Korra. He sheepishly picks up the dropped communicator, but before he'll speak into it again there's one more question he wants to ask Kon. He doesn't need Korra to get suspicious and he really should mollify her worry, but he'll brush her off quickly if Kon needs to keep talking to distract from his condition.]

Yeah, I better get back to her. Anything else to say on the so-called anti-spatula prejudice?

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And what a joy that is right?

[Kon's eyes are only half-closed, and he still finds the energy to smirk, but from the way the words are rapidly becoming slurred, he is rapidly checking out.]

A ton. I got a whole dissertation for you on it.

[Yeah, he's going to be passed out before you can even say 'Hi Korra.']

[He doesn’t respond, fond amusement briefly overtaking his countenance. There's a relief every time Kon can manage to get rest during this crap Yao Corp is pulling, even if a part of him can't help but wonder if Kon will wake up again.

After Kon falls asleep, he walks over to the other side of the room with his communicator, intending to continue the conversation without disturbing Kon while simultaneously keeping an eye on him. He speaks into it quietly, a sheepish lilt to his voice that isn't a complete act.]

uh...Korra? Are you still there? Sorry about that.

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[Korra had heard muffled voices on the other end--one of them sounded sort of familiar, now that she thinks about it--so she'd stuck around for a little while. Just as she's wondering if she should hang up and call him back later, Tim returns.]

Oh, yeah. I'm still here. Friend of yours?

You know how I said I've been trying to help out?

[There's a long suffering, if slightly amused sigh. He doesn't actually mind keeping an eye on Kon, even if he can be an exasperating patient.]

Guess who got stuck watching someone who is more of a pain than anything else?

[Sorry not sorry.]

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