[ God, it's like talking to a wall. It wasn't like Tim thought this would be pleasant, or that Brian would rip off the mask and yell "surprise!" or something, but. He hadn't anticipated how upsetting it'd be to just get silence from him.

Maybe he should try something different? Tim raises his hands as the figure gets up - look, still harmless - and tries again. ]

I - I, uh, I know who you are now. It's okay. You don't have to hide.

[ Because that's why the face-covering is a thing, right? It's a disguise?

If Tim were thinking clearly, he'd think about how Masky acts. How few fucks it gives about hiding the fact that it's hosted by Tim. How the whole thing seems less like it's protecting Tim's identity and more like it's just rejecting his face.

But he's not thinking clearly, so all of that sails right over his head. Bless. ]

You can, uh. You can take it off. Or talk. Brian.