Tim
Tony wasn't expecting Gibbs to grab him like that. He really wasn't expecting it to lead to any discussion at all. He should have known it would but he didn't really mean to say it out loud. He knew better. But it was a slip and now he was paying for it.
Tony heard Gibbs' words. About how no one deserved to be in the bed and that Gibbs had made his decision. He didn't say it out loud, he knew better then to argue, but he still thought differently. Yea… well I'm the one who prompted McGee into doing that code. I should have made the decision to go into the woods to find him… not you. He thought these things, but he didn't say it, nor did it show in his eyes. He would have to deal with it on his own. No… I didn't physically hurt him… but my actions put him where he was and left him there for a week. I didn't work hard enough to find any leads to him. Again... he thought it but said nothing. He hid most of his emotions from his eyes but he was sure at least a little of his guilt and disbelief seeped through. It couldn't be helped.
Tony kept his eyes down. He knew Tim wasn't himself. He knew everything that Gibbs was saying. And he knew, painfully, that Tim would never be the same. He didn't need to be told this. But what Gibbs, nor Ziva, seemed to understand was what he was really worried about. How much of Tim's statement came JUST from a tortured mind and how much was carried over from reality? And would Tim always think Tony hated him? That was just as bad in his right mind or not.
After Tony fell he jumped back up, brushing his jacket and pants off like he had meant to fall the whole time. He ignored the sting of landing in a painful position because he didn't think it warranted any attention… not with Gibbs and McGee in their current conditions.
Ziva simply rolled her eyes with a shake of the head before leading them back into the room.
Tony glanced at Ziva at Gibbs' question. They were both thinking the same thing. About his paralysis. But Tony knew better. He was not about to ask. He was in enough hot water with his boss already with his guilt and everything.
Ziva, however, didn't care. She couldn't get fired and Gibbs was currently not working. She and Tony both stood a distance away from him though, "Boss…" She paused, finding words, then continued, "When… does your physical therapy start? For the paralysis?" She couldn't think of a better way to term it. She couldn't just say Boss your paralyzed how do you feel about that?