"You've got to be fucking kidding me," T.J. says, huffing out an incredulous laugh. Really, it's just because it's the only thing he can think of, when it would be far too weird to hear something like that and just accept it. He can't really doubt what's right in front of him, after all. Whether it's Bigfoot or some other kind of fucking monster, it's very much real and very much dangerous, leaving him unsure whether he's grateful he wound up staying sober right now or if he wishes he were already high out of his mind. This isn't something he's equipped in the least to handle, just thinking about it startlingly difficult, but he honestly wouldn't want anything to happen to him, either. Steve would probably just pull that noble shit and try to help him, and then they might both be fucked. "So what do we do?"