Carol, though?  She has a very selfish power.  It's good for one and a half things: killing and destroying.  It just doesn't make sense to have a skilled combat esper using her power to juggle halfbricks while laying on top of Timothy.

So she runs dungeons.  Functionally solo, all she has to do is kill monsters, take out bosses and report back to base camp.  She's valuable enough that she has a team of 3-4 handlers who are paid extremely well to interface and translate between "Angry Esper" and "DRT Operative".

So they have a setup: Timothy takes on heavy backlash load in the morning, Carol comes in in the afternoon, and lays on top of him with occasional breaks in an adjoining restroom or converted office.  It works very well!

Until, of course, Sinkhole gets a call from her handler to leave early, because her partner would appear to have passed out in the Healing Silo.

Carol is, of course, under a moderate backlash load.  And of course, even if she weren't getting called out of a dungeon where she's pretty sure she almost found the boss monster, she'd be pretty fucking pissed then as well.

Courtesy of half a year of therapy in general and a three-month stint of Internal Family Systems therapy at different backlash levels, Carol has gained the ability to acknowledge the presence of non-rage emotions while only feeling rage.  Does that make sense?  No, because Fucking Backlash.

But to explain it in a little better depth, imagine that you have a prism that takes all light from any color source, and filters out everything except for red.  Carol can have opinions about things, but they all filter through the backlash.  And they come out as annoyance every time.  The trick then, is using a different characteristic to identify her emotions with.

Like finding X from a known sum, Carol has learned to consciously decide that she's annoyed.  Then she determines why she's annoyed.  In this case, it's because her STUPID PUPPY OF A PARTNER decided to knock his DUMB ASS OUT and now she's got to kiss his STUPID FACE until he wakes up.

This actually could be bad, and she hates that she's worried about him somehow hurting himself by going to sleep.  She's also seethingly envious of his backlash, because he gets worse at things when he's tired.  But at least he can do basic fucking emotional regulation.

Timothy is not quite there.  He occasionally wakes up, remembers that he's supposed to be using his power until Carol shows up, then immediately knocks his dumb ass out.

Well, the insurance paid out for an emergency teleport.  Very flash, very expensive.  Carol spends a year's normal-person salary in about two minutes.  She bustles through the doors, curses at the airlock leading to the former movie theater silo, then declines to use the stairs.  She leaps down to the center of the room, where her STUPID fucking IDIOT PUPPY of a partner is lying.

How's the idiot looking, Doc?

Mostly unconscious.  When Carol grabs his hands, she can feel the backlash dropping.  But when he stirs to wake up, it spikes back up before he opens his eyes properly, and then they flutter back closed.

"EVERYBODY OUT!  HE'S CAUGHT IN A BACKLASH LOOP!"

They've prepared for this.  Well, not their darling healer putting himself into a coma through moronic life choices.  Evacuation in case of a fire, though?  With no actual fire?  Trivial.  Patients can be evacuated.

In the meanwhile, fluid exchange is an option.  She's so incredibly unaroused at the idea of doing anything with him, it's not even funny.  Going down on him would be great fluid exchange!  For her.  He's unconscious and incredibly incapable of going down on her, which would be good fluid exchange for him.  And every few seconds, even with her hands on him, the idiot puppy still manage to knock himself out.

Is everyone out?  Doors are closed?  Okay.

Carol's powerset is really like Tim's, except for all the ways it isn't.  Where he has regeneration and durability as the focus of his powers, she has strength and flexibility as the focus of hers.  The other thing she has that isn't intuitively obvious, is a sense of how to fucking destroy something.  And the thing she needs right now is the ability to fucking destroy what he's wearing.  After a few beats of annoyance at her own shyness, she fucking destroys what she's wearing as well.  Full body contact.  That should start to knock the edges off of his stupid fucking suicidal backlash, right?

It's...better?  He's stabilizing around net-zero-ish.  It's a little spiky and he's not actually awake yet, though.

Carol, under normal circumstances, quite enjoys kissing Tim.  Aside from the guiding flavor, it's nice to know that she's the one who taught him how to do that thing with his tongue, or the way she loves her lower lip to be bitten and sucked.

Tim is not capable of doing much of anything right now.  Sorry, Carol.

Okay, well.  If Carol had thought she was unaroused before, this is even worse.  It's like kissing a corpse.  Tim's tongue sits there on the back-left of his mouth.  She might, under better circumstances, enjoy flicking her tongue against his and dueling it.

This?  It's like kissing an actual breathing corpse.  Carol had never in her life, even once, considered making out with a coma victim.  But here she fucking is, saving a coma victim from his own moronic backlash and reflexes to just keep his power going a little longer.

... she's never going to willingly kiss anyone again, is she.

and the guiding feels good and that, combined with everything else, just makes it even worse somehow how can she even enjoy this kind of thing when her partner is trying to commit the most elaborate suicide in the world right now

Thankfully for Carol's mental health, it only takes a few minutes of awful-wonderful guiding coma makeouts to bring Tim back to an approximation of life.  "Aw-huh?" is his attempt to say 'Carol' with a mouthful of esper tongue.  He very sleepily and slowly tries to graze his teeth against her lower lip?  That's the thing you do in this situation, right? 

No the fuck it isn't.  Carol recoils from his mouth like his tongue had turned into a cobra.  "Stop using your power!  Don't do ANYTHING, Timothy Delgado!  Don't, don't move, don't use your power, don't - just don't!"  She can't bring herself to kiss him again, and hates herself for it.  Instead, she wraps her whole body around him and shoves her neck and head into the crook of his shoulder and faces away from him so that he can't see her definitely pissed-off expression.

don't use..?  okay.  i trust her.  "Mmkay.  Whazzwrong?"

"We are not having this conversation right now.  Just sit there and - put your arms around me.  No funny business, either."

Sleepy nod.  He nuzzles into her neck.  His arms wrap around her and his hands clasp each other.  His left leg comes up and wraps around her right leg.  Mmm, cozy.

Once she's zeroed out, she excuses herself to 'take a leak'.  She puts on a spare set of clothing, tosses her destroyed outfit in the trash, goes into the restroom.

She spends the next twenty-three minutes crying quietly in a heavy shower with loud pop music playing.  The door might be soundproofed, but esper hearing is another matter altogether.

When she returns, she's looking much more presentable.  She doesn't wear makeup to a dungeon, so she doesn't have to worry about it getting smeared, at least.  Sometimes I'm lucky that this is Tim's first real relationship.  I don't think he has any clue.

"Y'okay, Car?"  Tim's decided that it feels a little weird to be completely nude while in his theoretical place of business, even if it is also a silo.  Spare athletic shorts and a T-short have been acquired and donned.

"Let's get you zeroed out, Tim.  You need it."

Well, if she wants to snuggle I won't argue with her about it.  "Okay.  C'mere, have you eaten since you got out of your dungeon?"

"Don't you worry about me, Timothy Delgado.  Shut up and put your arms around me."  No kissing today.  His tongue...I..I just can't right now.  In his arms, she shuddered a little in remembered disgust and terror-lensed-through-fury.

Blissfully unaware of where his partner's thoughts were leading her, Tim obeys his partner.  His arms snake around her, he lifts her up, and drops them both down onto a giant floor-pillow.

Several hours later, he's been zeroed out to her satisfaction.  There'll be Hell to pay later.  But Tim's survived the day, and learned a valuable lesson about not being a moron rationing the use of his power.

It was a close call, but Carol saved his life again and he just needs to update his checklist until he internalizes the habits he needs to be a successful healer during rest periods.  And it was a little scary for everyone except for him, but everything's fine now, right?