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He's about to protest the little one tag, much like he would protest at Lieutenant Arroyo calling him 'kid'. It's always a gotcha he knows he's playing into, but habits often override false pretenses of maturity.

But then Rue is chirping happily along and Tim is helpless to hold back the last lingering remnant of fight-or-flight excitability and he's coaxed into a coughing sort of laugh. Aborted sort of laugh. He's exhausted mentally and physically and emotionally and he's drained, he is done.

He just promised Monday night football to a... Rue. It's bizarre. It's bizarre because he understands Jack a lot sometimes. Understands his dad, he means. There's a lot promises being made that weren't supposed to be promises and,

smiling placidly into his tea he says,

"Yeah, football is basically the most popular sport in this country. It's not my favorite, I haven't watched a game in a while. I haven't watched any game in a while."

like he's promising to not set someone up for disappointment. Don't be a jerk, he pleads to himself. Shut this down.

"If we ever catch a game I wouldn't mind explaining the rules and everything to you so it's easier to keep up."

[ruevealing]

Coming from the duplicitous Feywilds, meeting someone like Tim is just fascinatingly different from all that Rue has ever known. There's just something so naturally genuine in his countenance, even as he's trying to navigate such an unexpected situation. Even this little into their new friendship, Rue likes the young man a great deal.

"Well, I shall keep my Monday afternoons free then. If you would ever like to -" Their big eyes blink over at Tim, watching the way he smiles into his tea. Their gaze smiles back. "Ah, catch a game with me." Look at them! Learning the lingo!. "I'd be delighted, Tim."

Rue settles back carefully into their chair - reinforced certainly, but they still don't completely trust furniture made with the human-form in mind - holding their dainty tea cup carefully between both paws, letting the fresh smell floral scent rise up to their beak.

"I must admit, I've never shared a space with another before, so if I overstep on any boundaries, please simply let me know. I'm quite happy to have you here. I think you and I will make this into a lovely space together. And, if I may be so bold, I'm excited to get to know you."