TJ was slowly going insane. At first, it hadn't been such a big deal because he was still focused on Travis. But, as Travis' injury healed and they spent more time stuck at the base of a mountain in the most primitive conditions imaginable under a vow of silence, practically, -- or so it felt to TJ -- the stronger the old itch returned. He needed something to alleviate the interminable frustration of this life. Anything. God, he wasn't even able to enjoy sex if he thought Doug was nearby because he was trying desperately to prove to his brother he was changing, that he wasn't going to be the same fuck up.
It was while he was heading back to their car, -- they lived in a fucking car! -- considering the pros and cons of sneaking in there to take just a few minutes to use his power to feel good...just for a little bit, that he realized Jamie needed him. He wasn't sure how he knew. He just did. So, he turned and went back to the stroller he'd just passed in order to pick the baby up and hold him. Seemed he just wanted a cuddle for a bit. TJ could do that.
Looking up in surprised confusion at Savannah's approach, he frowned. "I'm fine." Had he been that obvious about sneaking off to make himself high? Shit. "Why do you ask?"