If Tim didn't know any better, he'd think Jack's extreme mood swing - and the subsequent dismissal - was indicative of being a closet psychopath. But he did know better, didn't he? Jack was a hero trying to save Pandora and Elpis. Jack risked his life back on Helios to send the whole party down to the moon's surface. He wasn't a psychopath.

Tim kept Jack's handkerchief pressed against his mouth and nose, praying that nothing was broken. Or missing. Was something missing? He quickly ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure there wasn't an empty space, but - nope. Nope, he was good. Still handsome. Still Jack.

"Time?" he asked. The sound came out muffled, like he had a bad cold. "Something's wrong with time?"

He could believe a lot, and he could apparently stomach much more than he thought, but honestly? There was a line. Jack's daughter - Prin...cess...? - just crossed it. Quickly, too, like all of the crazy people down on Elpis. Not that Tim was going to say anything, what with his face already rapidly going numb. He just glanced sideways at Jack.