Tim felt totally overwhelmed as Tristan went on - Really thinking he was pushing the blame onto him with all his words.It seemed the oxygen in the air had turned sparce as his face began to pale.

But he couldn't help calm as he realised it was His aquaintances sarcasm again that had got him again - a slight rush of relief.He offered a slight smirk,Realsing how rediculous his thoughts were when spoken outloud.

"Yeah.."

He had quietly commented, Not being able to stop a slight chuckle.He knew all too well it would have been guarenteed they would have found something to squabble about.Although his relationship comparison was hardly accurate- Especially with his new found news.

Tim unclasped his hands and have a sigh,

"I think it's time I stopped being so oblivious."

He had a slight humour to his voice,but it held a tremor - Not quite knowing if it was wise to do so.

Giving a quick nod to Tristan- So he couldn't go back on his decision his mind drifted slightly elsewhere,Brows furrowing slightly.

"You seem to know Emily - ..Well better than I do.."

He gave a slightly apprehensive chuckle,hesitating as he reached up to run a hand through his hair.

"This Wyatt.She's serious about him.And he is about her."

It was a statement - part of him not wanting to ask.The blonde didn't want to know the answer despite his curiosity..

Tristan | HJI | Tim

Tristan slipped his phone back into his sweatshirt pocket after receiving no reply to his offer, though it was only seconds before he got his answer on why. As the man spoke, Tristan couldn't help a knowing smirk from spreading across his lips. He figured Tim would ask sooner or later, and he had assumed the question would be directed to him.

Instead of being sarcastic as he'd so wished to do, the man carried a serious, neutral tone when he delivered the reply. "Yes," he said gently, not really sure what to do. "This is the part where my non-affectionate, non-compassionate personality is going to fail you. But, yeah, they're pretty serious about each other. He comes to the barn almost every day, not just to see her, to make friends with everyone at the barn, too. He's really close with Savannah, which, is kind of like melting ice..." He glanced back to Tim, sighing softly. "I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, she asked me if I thought you'd ever come back. If you did come back, if you'd come back changed. Apart from having no clue what 'changed' means, I told her I wasn't sure. Nobody really was, Tim. You have to understand we thought you might've been murdered. Well, the dramatic people did. I thought you might've went home, wherever that is...anyways, you leaving was the catalyst for them becoming pretty close. She seems happy. But, things happen the way they're supposed to, right? Maybe your person is coming..."

A smile passed over his lips,Letting out a breath that had the half reminants of a laugh.

"The whole package then huh?"

The blonde's eyes glances around the room for a few moments,Before he stretched upwards into standing whilst speaking,

"I dont think 'my' person exists...- And if they did,They'd be awfully daft for choosing me. "

It was intended in a joking manner - Bit instead came out of his mouth dead serious.Offering Another shrug,He walked to the door - in a manner that he'd never asked at All.Tim's voice was..utterly normal.Just plain with a hint of slightly exaggerated eagerness.

<span style="font-size: 15px;">"I'm going to grab something to eat - Want anything?"

Tristan | HJI | Tim

Tristan raised an eyebrow in the most skeptical manner possible, stretching to his feet as well. Had he overreacted? Actually anticipated drama for once? He was disappointed in himself, rather impressed with Tim. Nodding, he said in a still very, very skeptical manner. "Yeah, lead the way. But... are you sure you're okay?"

Regardless of his thoughts screaming in his head of pure panic and pain,Tim simply gave his usual blank look, turning to walk in an oddly calm manner down the hallway with Tristan in tow.

"Yeah.Im fine - Why wouldn't I be?"

He gave another overly enthusiastic smile acompanied by a unnessicary slight laugh,Before turning away and beginning to just speak.For the usually silent man , Rambling was a way to get over things.Or at least distract himself and everyone else away from it.

"I really hope they do jacket potatoes here.God I could eat so many of those right now..."

As they reached the cafeteria,he suddenly felt extremely homesick and out of place.The smells swirled around the room, Wierdly good aromas for a hospital too.Despite these making most people practically drool,His appetite was quite rapidly gone,Just ordering a cup of tea and settling at an empty table whilst waiting for his colleague.

(*Dances* I feel ANOTHER mental breakdown coming on Loll )

Ooh, always in for a breakdown! Hope it's a good one.)

Tristan | HJI | Tim

"You're scaring me, Tim. That sounds like something someone says who isn't okay, but, alright. I'll accept it, I don't want to deal with another psychotic break this month..."

As he continued on, the man's eyes twitched in amusement. "What on earth is a jacket potato?" He too went through the line, hardly picking up a sandwich he wasn't entirely enamored with, and sat back down at a table beside his acquaintance, letting a silence fill the room. He didn't mind the silence, though he assumed Tim would begin rambling at any moment.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Tristan.

Utterly ignoring Tristan's comments over a meltdown - Although trying to fight the urge he was right - The blonde gave a shocked look

"You serious?A jacket potato? "

He returned the amused look before letting his jaw drop slightly.

" You Americans ey..- It's like his gorgeously baked potato and you lather the butter and then drown it in beans - Or cheese.Or Tuna!..Well I mean you can have salad on top of you want to be a joykill.."

His voice drowned off at the end - The enthusiasm being lost to sarcasm before he gave a chuckle.

"Honestly - I'll make you one if it's the last thing I do."

Tim shook his head in disbelief before sipping from his tea.

It soon fell into silence again - The blonde leaving that for a few moments - before as Tristan had expected beginning to chatter endlessly once again.

"Did you know the stable hands thought it was appropriate to cut the carrots in Boomer's feed to 2 and a half inches?Where do they teach this stuff anymore?I swear like honestly-.."

He continued on for quite a while, Part of him hoping Tristan would slam his foot down and make him stop.Because the blonde couldn't seem to stop the word vomit stream - His brain's only way of keeping 'sane' it seemed.

-Heather would be done drying the large gelding off, she would thank Wyatt for helping her then she lead Prince back to his stall. Once she lead him inside, she shut the stall door behind her, taking his halter off then she leans against stall wall. She was unaware that she butt called Tristan on accident, letting out a sigh then she started talking to her horse- "Why the fuck do I keep acting like I'm happy when I've been feeling like absolute shit since day one..while having to lie about Prince's retirement in order to train him for up coming shows..but I'm to afraid to even think about what the others will think.., maybe those girls back at the old barn that I've rode at were right..I'm nothing like my father." -she clenched her teeth a bit before she suddenly threw the halter onto the hay covered floor, accidently spooking Prince a bit- "Why..Why the fuck did he have to die, just why...why did that fatal riding accident at Olympics had to happen..taking both his & his horse's life, leaving both me, my sister, and my mother so far behind.." -she looked over at Prince who would be walking over to her then she gently hugged him, having her arms wrapped around his neck as she started to shake while tears started to run down her face- "Why did mom have to marry a city slicker who works at a bank and who doesn't respect anyone...I hate him..I hate him so much..I guess you and Mystery are the only family I have since we're so far away from home.." -she finally broke down, having an emotional break down as Prince gently hugs her back to comfort her, the call would end on its own, completely unaware that both Tim & Tristan have heard the whole conversation-

Tristan | HJI | Heather, Tim

Tristan raised an eyebrow in suspicion, steely gaze holding the young man beside him. He was silent, thoughtful, before bursting out in sudden laughter. "You mean a baked potato? Crazy Europeans with your weird word choices...where are you from, anyway? I feel like you've told me before, but there's only so much I retain..."

As the man continued rambling, Tristan finally put a stop to it, slamming his cup down on the table to temporarily faze the man across from him, which gave him enough time to counsel him hastily and efficiently, in a commanding tone which seemed to take no negotiations. "Tim, everyone knows you're in love with Emily. Sitting here and brooding about your situation doesn't change anything, only action does that. When she gets back into her hospital room..."

It was in that moment that he heard the voice of a woman coming through, softly at first, then as he revealed his phone, he realized that was the source. Upon seeing it was Heather, who was now silent, Tristan's gaze sunk, uncomfortably shifting to the man across from him. "It wasn't like she didn't know," he said defensively, shrugging, then speaking into the phone. Well, that was partially true. Nobody at the barn had known about Emily's emergency room visit save for Tim, Tristan had made sure of that. "Hello? Heather? Can you hear me? Is everything okay?"