"Mm, just out here makin' all kinds of expectations, aren't you," he half teased, but there was some gratefulness behind it. "Pretty sure you can't make me hurt anymore than I already do, for whatever that's worth."

The last half of the words were half muttered against the space under Tim's jaw, his tone changing in just a fraction of surprise at the contact and the new task at hand. Helping would have meant letting go of his bottle and he wasn't ready to do that quite yet, settling instead for leaning his head against Tim's, soaking in the steadiness behind him.

No, there was no cell in his body right now that was even fractionally interested in anything more than a chaste affection - he didn't have the bandwidth to that, physically or otherwise.

"Gotta keep up my 'appeal' of mystery." He couldn't help it and it came with a smirk.