[ ...stern. He’s taken somewhat aback, and tries to hide that reaction in his hands, rubbing them over his cheeks and briefly knocking his glasses askew. ]

I didn’t mean—no, of course it isn’t. But you’re dealing with a lot, you don’t need my heartache on top of it.

[ Does anyone need anyone else’s miseries? ...maybe. To commiserate, to understand them better. Tim breaks his gaze on Goodsir, looking down at his hands to pick at a hangnail. ]

It’s been a hard couple of months. I had to be a soldier, I buried a friend. I had a boyfriend, except I never got to formally accept the title, and now I can’t, because he’s gone. It's just...hard.