"Ah," sorry partner the brain was taking a moment to come full on-line and process what was being said and what wasn't being said. Tim lifted a hand and brushed it down his face, ignoring the way sedentary muscles had stiffened up and were screaming at him.

"Yeah. Yeah. We need to get your feet looked at," that would be Tim's motivator. He took a careful breath and began to unwind himself from the warm comfort of the older marshal's supportive hold. "Let me get up, get my feet under me, then you can lean on me."

Tim wasn't sure what he was going to lean on, but figured he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. First order of business was getting up.