He looks away for a minute, swallowing hard, fighting back the choking sensation of guilt. It's ridiculous. He shouldn't be -

"I get that," Tim answers. "I do. And believe me when I say that I wish -" He forces himself to look the guy in the eyes, straining for some sincerity. He's not a liar. He's not. He's just - he's just trying to not fuck something up for once. For once. Let him deal with this, oh god let him deal with this and not have it - all of it - come back to bite him in the ass.

"It's not a permanent solution," he says quietly, carefully. "I know that. And it's not meant to be. It's just until I can find someplace - better," he finishes vaguely, opening a hand.