Please Come In

[Tim Tawfeek]

Tim took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as Esme continued. He rubbed the back of his head, his lips pursed. Could he do it all? "Maybe?" he said, looking up at her. "The thing is," he lowered the hand, gesturing, "I usually run the footage through a computer when I record it, for the editing and making sure everything's alright. I probably could run it locally or have someone else check the tapes while I do the actual interview thing."

Because Tim really did want to try and compromise here. He got it: he really did. He'd done screwed up and it was time to face the music. Like he said: it wasn't the first time.... and it probably wouldn't be the last. He nodded as Esme insisted that he adhere to the punishment. Not like he had a whole lot of choice.

"Well, I can probably run it through closed circuit," he said, gesturing with the hand again. "Most of it should be going onto a card for me to edit later. I'd really just need the computer for a bit to edit footage or whatever," and the next nearly caused Tim pain but, well: "I probably don't even need the internet till I get up to posting, and I could hold off for the month. It would take me that long to get all the interviews and edit them anyway. So long as I can interview and maybe use a computer to edit I should be alright."

Well, so much for hoping for the whole altruistic exception. Still, at least that way his project wouldn't get derailed, which was a good thing, right?