Nice to get that confirmation. It pretty much feels broken, judging by the pain and the way it feels like things in there are moving when they shouldn't be and oh god. God. Shit. Tim's just - not going to think about that. Given the fact that he's pretty firmly attached to his arm, that's proving to be more difficult than he'd like.

"Yeah," he says, his voice strained. At least it's not his leg broken this time. It's an absolute pain, in the horribly literal sense, to lever himself upright by leg strength alone but he manages it, leaning against the older guy as much as he dares. "No, yeah, I figured we should probably - yeah."

He darts a look over one shoulder, his brow dark.

"Atlas, huh?" he says, tired and toneless, dull with grim acceptance.