He looks to be backing off. That's - good. Hopefully he won't go reporting him to the Base, or whatever it is people aligned with the Rebels do. He doesn't know if that's a thing. He doesn't care. He wishes he hadn't shared as much as he did but he hadn't been thinking, he hadn't been focused on what was important. He'd been too preoccupied over trying to breathe for all the goddamn trees.

In the end, it hadn't really been anything. Just Tim. Stupid, panicking Tim with his dishonesty and his paranoia.

"Yeah," he says darkly. "Haven't heard that one before."

Of course, he's now kind of living with the last guy who tried, repeatedly and unsuccessfully, to help.

Well. Tim's always known he's a fucking hypocrite.

He takes a short breath and holds out his hand, palm flat.

"I'd like my lighter back."