He doesn't have any, not really. That's not how getting filled in on the transpiring however-long-it's-been is supposed to work. He wants to know...everything. It's not a consuming, hungry desire for knowledge, but it's an aching thing. What happened after the Wax Museum? Did it work? It must have.

Jon looks more tired than he had in August. How long has it been since then?

"What's with the pink?" It's all he can fixate on, and it's the least human here, and it keeps nagging at Tim in a way that hits all the bad places deep inside of him.