[There is some time spent where Harry types a few things out and then deletes them. He is angry - no, furious - but he recognises it isn't Tim's fault. Tim has no way of knowing how hard he'd tried to find other ways to treat exhausted men who had been slowly losing their minds, nor how exquisitely aware he is that he was not trained to do so. Tim is not trying to insult him.
Still, the urge to scream that he is doing his best remains.]
I do not know what answer you wish of me right now.
But for sounding judgmental. That isn't my intent. I just want to see you happy and healthy, so you can make the most of this second chance. I care about you too much to accept any less.
Tim, I am happier than I have been in a very long time. Healthier, too, even considering the long term damage.
I am thankful for your concern and care, I really am, but I do not wish you to worry so. Nor do I wish to appear pathetic in your eyes, for I promise that I am capable of looking after myself even if it seems I am not.
And they are just dreams, Tim. They will pass soon enough, I am sure.
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