[Goodsir pours out and adds cream, passing Tim the cup and saucer before seeing to his own. He then sits in the armchair, pleased by its warm scent.]

Ah, yes. Personal trials, even if they are objectively pointless in the grand scheme of things, are always important. After all, we are men and not gods. We only understand the present moment, and despite any intentions to the contrary we are feeling creatures. What we experience matters.

[He smiles softly.]

You matter, Tim. It isn't fair that your life be laid bare in such a callous manner, but please don't take that to mean people don't recognise you as a thinking, feeling individual. We do see you. Not as an object of ridicule, but as a man.