[ Tim presses his lips together tight to keep from laughing, because despite the timing of the non-question, he is, in fact, trying to have some discretion about it. Otherwise, he'd just say it.
His eyebrows shoot up, like a knowing parent waiting for a kid to admit they're fibbing, and he angles his book up to make it look like he's reading again, but is actually hiding his face from Quentin. His eyes point over in his direction. Come on, now. ]
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His eyebrows shoot up, like a knowing parent waiting for a kid to admit they're fibbing, and he angles his book up to make it look like he's reading again, but is actually hiding his face from Quentin. His eyes point over in his direction. Come on, now. ]