Malcolm Bright

Not all's lost: Tim thinks he now knows how to poke the bear. He doesn't want to. He nods and doesn't really know what else to do. There's no promise to uphold here, no worthwhile smokescreen.

It sucks.

Everything sucks.

He's dejected, or disheartened, something. The fight's gone out. It's Late O' Clock and he hasn't had a good night's rest in... did it matter?

Tim taps his fingers against the still-warm mug. "Let me know..." he trails off, mulls over it for a second, and carries on. "If there's anything I can ever do to help. We'll figure it out."