[Uh? A voice not like the others draws the boy out of his fit, a softly wheezed breath coming from him as the screaming tapers off midway. He turns, looking up at the speaker now, barely drawing a breath with eyes that would be more appropriate on a wounded rabbit.
As Tim stayed still, so did he, apparently unsure whether to run or scream again.]
EVERYONE FLOCKS TO THE WOOBIE apparently
As Tim stayed still, so did he, apparently unsure whether to run or scream again.]