[ Tim is ... working, mostly. It helps to feel like he's taking proactive steps.(It's reactive, and he feels like dirt about it, if dirt can be both sorry and angry. It's only proactive against the next time, and there won't be a next time.)
There's always half a dozen gizmos to dream up, information to scrape from the Network, and now this Hannibal to stalk. The great room is a disaster area by the time there's a knock on the door (not that it had started particularly tidy), but there's been a tremendous rearrangement of electronics, furniture, and sharp objects to get what he needs more readily available - and to make sure that the rest of the seats are safe to sit on. Normally? Pretty good chance someone's going to sit on something if they aim for anything other than Tim's spot.
The knock is almost late - yes, he can do all that and clockwatch - and Tim yanks the door open with one hand, tucking something away before the door's swung far enough for Sam to come in. Because it is Sam, so no need for blunt instruments. ]
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There's always half a dozen gizmos to dream up, information to scrape from the Network, and now this Hannibal to stalk. The great room is a disaster area by the time there's a knock on the door (not that it had started particularly tidy), but there's been a tremendous rearrangement of electronics, furniture, and sharp objects to get what he needs more readily available - and to make sure that the rest of the seats are safe to sit on. Normally? Pretty good chance someone's going to sit on something if they aim for anything other than Tim's spot.
The knock is almost late - yes, he can do all that and clockwatch - and Tim yanks the door open with one hand, tucking something away before the door's swung far enough for Sam to come in. Because it is Sam, so no need for blunt instruments. ]
Hey. Did the passcode not work?