It's so much more than he expected, and Jon looks up, surprise written open and honest across his face. He— Tim doesn't know what he is, now, doesn't know what he can do. Tim hasn't seen the trial. Tim doesn't know he can shred a person's mind and like it.

It's still... a nice sentiment, even if it's unearned. Even if it might crumble later. Jon drinks his gin. At that last bit, he gives a wry little huff of a laugh, without much humor in it.

"It's really not."

The trial. The things he's done this month alone. But... well, they can start with the basics.

"Martin is here. He came in when I did. We, uh—" And god, why not, a bit of levity. Sasha seemed to enjoy it. Jon goes a little embarrassed, a little transparently pleased. "We're dating, actually?"