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[ Oh dear. So much blushing. But she tries-- assuming that he really is only helping her. ]

[Well, yeah he is helping her. He's also Tim and she's a pretty girl.]

Alright, you're gonna make sure the middle part of the iron's lined up with the ball 'cause that's the part you're gonna smack it with. You got this good straight line all the way down the golf club, see?

[ A pretty girl who has grown up with an entirely different mindset to casual touching and kissing. So she's holding herself rather more rigidly than usual while he's so close - not because she doesn't like his vicinity which is confusing and possibly scary, but not necessarily bad, but because she is just so unused to it. ]

So, like this? [ And she hits the ball. It doesn't go very far, but at least she hit it. ]

[Yeah Tim still isn't really understanding that. Or rather he is but he's not entirely sure what all it entails. He thinks he's being gentleman enough for the situation.

He steps back when she hits the ball and gives her a few slow claps.]

Nice job. [He snags another ball out of the bucket and puts it on the tee]

Okay, this time, really smack it like you're pissed at someone.

[ A gentleman would not even be alone with her, much less teaching her how to golf and touching her. But Tessa has grown up with her brother as the main example of what men are like, and while the Shadowhunters are rather different from her brother, their behaviour does not exactly fit the mold of 'gentlemanliness' either. It's helped her keep an open mind, but that does not Tim's proximity any easier to deal with. ]

Like I am angry at someone?

[ Tessa has never tried to be angry on purpose, quite the opposite. But she tries, now -- imagining Nate as he revealed that he'd betrayed her and killed her aunt, remembering Will as he tells her she could become his mistress, but nothing more and how he abandoned her when she arrived in the City, and Mortmain, who wanted to use her, marry her, who had her kidnapped and who used her brother's weaknesses.

When she hits the ball this time, she borrows Camille's strength without being aware of it, Changing for a brief moment into the other woman - blonde curls, green eyes, gorgeous figure barely contained in the dress Tessa wears - before returning to her normal self.

The ball flies much further this time, but Tessa hardly notices, too shocked by what she's just done. She's never Changed without really trying before.

Face stricken, she turns to Tim. ]

I-- did not mean to do that.

[For Tim's part, he's mostly just watching her completely slack jawed. He's got a shocked expression on his face and he's trying to figure out what just happened. He almost thinks he's imagined it until Tessa acknowledges it.]

Holy Hell... what the--what just happened? Sweet shot though. [Priorities. Tim's got 'em.]

I-- [ Tessa looks up at Tim, taking in his expression, and the fear of being different, not human, a monster comes rushing back to her - not that it was ever very far. After a brief moment, though, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin. She might be scared of what she is, but that does not mean anyone else must know. ]

I Changed.

Yeah...sorta noticed but how? [He's not scared so much as confused and wondering how the hell that's even possible. He knows Tessa well enough to assume that whatever she is or can do, she's not out to hurt him or anyone else.]

I do not really know how it works. I-- something shifts inside of me and then I Change and become someone else. It used to hurt.

[ She keeps looking at him, searching his face for signs of disgust or hatred, or the condescension she saw and heard from Will. ]

[She won't find disgust, hatred or condescension. Just shock. Maybe confusion.]

It don't anymore? [And then a pause.] When you...change...you still you?

[ Shock is better than disgust and hatred. But it can still turn into those, so Tessa will remain worried. ]

No, not anymore. [ Used to be, when the sisters forced her, that it felt like she was being ripped apart, but now it is merely a little strange. ]

I-- yes and no. I keep my own thoughts and remember who I am and I can do what I wish to, but I can also hear the thoughts of the person I have Changed into and remember their memories. I become them, too. [ Even when they are dead. ]

[It's understandable. ]

That's...good.[He is glad that it doesn't hurt her anymore. There's some measure of relief that she stays her and in control. He rakes a hand through his hair.] Sorry...I'm tryin' to--the only kind of changin' people do back home is from slutty cheerleader to self righteous bible thumper.

You have no reason to apologies. [ His reaction is better than she's expected. ]

[He's trying. It helps that he feels like he knows Tessa and counts her as a friend.] Okay...so you've got that down. The whole...hittin' the golf ball thing.

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<small>[He's trying. It helps that he feels like he knows Tessa and counts her as a friend.]</small> Okay...so you've got that down. The whole...hittin' the golf ball thing.

<small.[He breaks open the cooler, fishes a bottle of wine out for Tessa and unscrews the top before handing it over. He gets his own bottle of beer out.]</small> You'll like it. Tastes like strawberry.

[ Tessa breathes a little easier - though she's not convinced at all by Tim's change of topic and does not believe that he's made up his mind about her Change or that he's dealt with it, she gratefully accepts it. ]

It is quite therapeutic, in a way. [ Hitting a golf ball while imagining the faces of people who have wronged you, that is. ]

So long as it does not taste like chocolate. [ She looks at the bottle, rather confused. ] Did you bring glasses, as well?

Hell yeah it is. A few more of 'em and you'll be all kinds of relaxed.

[He chuckles at her question and shakes his head.] Just drink it from the bottle, Princess. [And then he demonstrates by taking a big swig of his beer.]

[ Tessa watches him, and then bravely takes a small sip from her bottle. It doesn't seem like something she should be doing, but then this whole place contains so many things that are not normal in her time and perfectly acceptable in Tim's that she decides not to worry about it. ]

It's sweet. [ She takes another sip, equally small. ]

[And if she continues to go do things with him, he'll probably introduce her to more and more of them. He grins when she takes a swig. He knows it's probably not like anything in her world but he can't even hope to replicate that so he's just going to have to try and ease her into his.]

Thought you'd like it. Just don't drink it too fast. [Getting her drunk isn't his objective. He just wants her to loosen up a little, relax and have fun. Especially after the stress they both seemed to have with her changing in front of him.]

[ Tessa is unlikely to assimilate to his world, but she is naturally curious and not judgmental, so she enjoys finding out more about it. And if that means drinking alcohol from a bottle, it seems like a small price to pay. ]

Why not? [ She won't, but she wants to know why. ]

You'll end up sick as a dog and drunk as a skunk then I'll have to carry you home and somebody's gonna think I got you drunk to take advantage of you.

[Because that's the kind of rep Tim has despite the fact that it's really not true. He's a slut. Not a jackass.]

Most everybody in my world would already think you are taking advantage of me now. [ Pointed out dryly. Tessa knows the same doesn't hold true for his world or the City, but in her world, the time they spent together without a chaperone, not to mention the kiss in the library-- yes, Tessa has been thoroughly compromised. Of course, Will had already taken care of that with her first kiss and the proposition. ]

But I would not enjoy being sick and drunk very much, I should think.

Now that's not fair. I get everybody lookin' down on me without any of the fun.

[Tim grins at her and takes a sip of his beer.]

Just sip it. You'll be fine. [She might have a bit of a headache in the morning but he'll try to make sure she drinks enough water before she goes to sleep.]

You are quite fortunate, then, that this is not my world and most people share a view on this rather more like that of your world.

[ She finds herself smiling in response to his grin, almost surprised by how much she enjoys his presence and how easy it comes, in a way. Even with the kiss in the library and the fact that she just Changed in front of him, being around him is easier than being around Will has ever been. ]

Nah, I'm only lucky if you don't mind me takin' advantage of you. Or y'know your sorta takin' advantage.

[It could be because Tim is really super laid back. It could also be because his life hasn't ever been the most stable. Or, most likely, it's because he's killed a good number of his brain cells through alcohol and concussions. He just doesn't have the brain power to be uptight.]

According to society's expectations, I should mind. [ She pauses briefly, before continuing. ] Since I've travelled to London, though, I have learnt that I am hardly fit for society. [ Will had made that clear. Downworlders were good enough to take as a mistress, not good enough to marry. Not really part of human society anymore. ]

And I have seen things rather much worse than this, so I do not mind.

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