Tim manages to drop the Sasha bit for the moment, in the wake of the latter bit. He puffs out a breath that feels absolutely catastrophic for a moment, and when he touches Martin, a brief, casual thing, it's not enough.

It's never enough.

"Christ, Martin, I--" He wants to pull him close and just hold him, a commiseration of friendly knowledge of the suffering and loss. But they hadn't done that after losing Sasha, so why would they do that now? So he only touches him, fingers slow up Martin's arm to his shoulder, gripping him gently.

"I don't think a few days makes it better."