No argument there, and Tim makes that obvious in his understanding. He risks a drink of that tea-- it's not something Alfred would've stocked and brewed but it's good.

Will it help with sleep?

Hey, at least Tim didn't see any strange pills crushed in his mug.

"I was working as head of... a company." The reply's more measured than Tim had figured it'd be. He frowns at that minutely. This would be a disaster of an interview; small mercies that roommates aren't keen on distributing footage of fumbles. "Recently I was preoccupied with expanding a charity. We made it all the way to Moscow. I did a lot of public speaking, figurehead kind of stuff, mostly."