Tim was having a rough time breathing in the smokey air. "My head hurts, but no I don't think so." He finally started to lower the crow bar. His grip loosened a little and he swallowed thickly as he brushed some of the sweat from his face with a steadier hand. "Didn't expect to see what?" He asked as he straightened up and coughed on the thick dirty air. Covering his mouth against his arm he tried not to breathe anymore of it in. Clark didn't seem to be having as hard of a time with the breathing as he was. He wasn't scratched at all as far as Tim could tell. Two walls, and a ghost attack, and Clark was fine. The longer he stayed in that room the worse he felt.
He wanted to argue against being called kid and leaving Clark outside but the smoke was starting to sting his eyes and Tim frowned. "Your coming too right?" He asked him with a stubborn stare. He didn't want to leave Clark. "I'm not leaving you alone in the middle of this mess." Clark mentioned the office, and Tim actually laughed until he started coughing again. "Forget it. It doesn't matter. It could be worse."