"Sounds about right." The words are dry, but the specter of strain, of unspoken terror, trembles beneath the commentary. He'd offer the medication, but he's pretty sure Seth is the kind of guy who has his own form of self-medication, probably in the form of something alcoholic.

Tim blinks, his jaw tightening in a small grimace, eyes lidding. An apology would raise more questions than it would answer - he knows it would. He knows, even if it's what he owes him.

"Should probably get some sleep," he says, eventually. And hope It doesn't show up in his nightmares. "Maybe eat something yourself."