Tim's quiet a moment, like he can parse through what Jon's just said. Like it means anything. It might. It might just be what it says on the tin. Tim's not sure which is better and which is worse.

Finally, he just says, "You're having a laugh at me. Turning into fairies. Fuck off."

He feels that he's fully entitled to be disbelieving in some of it, any of it, as much as Jon had been a skeptic to hold back on everything else when he'd first been made Archivist. This is different, of course. At the end of the day, all Tim has is his own self-comfort, and it isn't very much at all. So what if he can set his calendar to this place going wild? It's still going wild.