"I never doubted you were tough, Martin," Tim says with a fond, equally faint smile. He looks at that generous pour of whiskey and makes a pleased noise as he takes it with a little lift of the glass in cheers.

"And I think he's always...cared, in a weird way. In his weird way. If he didn't, he wouldn't have done half the stupid stuff he does. But I'm glad he's better at not showing that through paranoid stalking, at least."