<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony blew out a breath.  The notion that Tim was in an induced coma wasn't comforting... but alive was good.  Alive and under the care of the three medical professionals he trusted most in the world was good.  "Okay.  We're going to be down after we finish eating.  Bossman made pancakes, and everybody will be better off if he's fed, and the monster too."<br/>
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Jack leaned into Papa to whisper, his eyes darting to Tony.  "He must love us a lot then, huh?"</span></span>