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People in your time were a lot more lax about it, that's all. I don't think it's healthy if you can't sleep without it.

I see.

"I see" as in you'll do some research, or "I see" as in you're not taking me seriously?

"I see" as in I understand that you're dismissing my professional opinion.

Doctors don't write their own prescriptions for a reason.

[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.

I don't know.

I know you've been through a lot. And nightmares and opiates aren't the worst of it. But if you're dependent on it, that scares me.

And I'm afraid now that I've admitted it, you'll start treating me like some crybaby kid who can't handle anything hard, like everyone else.

Tim, I must apologise to you for being cross.

You are not wrong. Opium is habit forming. And although I am confident in my dosage and frequency, it is a danger that I should not ignore.

You are not a 'crybaby.' If anyone is being childish here, it is I.

No, I'm sorry.

Not for being concerned about you.

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.

Worrying doesn't mean I think you're pathetic. I don't. It's just how I am. Quentin calls me a fussy hen.

I trust you. And I trust you to tell me if any of that changes, too.