Chronomentrophobia
He really hadn't meant to let the displeasure course its way to his face.
"You OK, Peter?" Selina placed a petite hand on the man's—stiff—shoulder. It was only a minute when she had left him to himself. By the time she came back, she had found him wary. Like he was…
"You aren't a chronomentrophobia. Are you?" Now she was the wary one.
"Me? Ha!" He grinned. It didn't entirely reach his eyes. "Nope, I've just had a… cramped… experience."
He winked yet couldn't help but wonder if he had become a chronomentrophobia since that day.
For those who don't know what "chronomentrophobia" is it's a person who's afraid of clocks.
Set far after Ragdoll to Riches, if anyone's curious to know why I wrote this drabble.