Tim's heart is beating fast. He can practically smell the other's emotions in the air, and it feels a bit like cheating.

He doesn't need heightened senses to get that Tim is uoset, though. He knows the other's jaw tightens, can hear the bone shifting because he's so zeroed in on the other at the moment.

Fuck.

"Claire is a nurse," He says quickly, trying to keep his voice calm. He can't. He's never been unemotional.he tries to get up, sheets falling from his chest. Old scars healing. New scars, one that looks suspiciously like a knife wound and another like jagged glass are at his torso, ribs bruised. He immediately regrets trying to get up and his eyes close again, groaning in pain, unable to help himself.

Shit.

"She was helping me-- look, i'm sorry I lied to you but you need to believe me, nothing is going on."

He knows the scent of jealousy.