Tim had watched you spiral down into a state he knew all too well. He'd always thought it was fine, he'd always told everyone just one more case.. just one more. Over and over like an neverending cycle. He regretted those days because there's always another case.. and if he ends up dead because he pushed himself too hard there might always be another case.

But now.. he looks at you with the same pity everyone always gave him.. Is this what they felt? Is this what he did to them?? Oh how he feels remorseful. He hates that this is what he did to those he cares for and he hayes hes feeling it too.

You've been refusing to sleep, eat, even drink water. This has been going on since that failed mission a month ago.. you get the bare minimum of sleep, water, and food.. so much like what he did.

"Look you have to sleep." He cringed at the words... he never thought he'd be on the giving side of this conversation, but now he is and he is not giving up until he succeeds. "I know how you feel but please... Please you're no help when you're like this." He said, he feels like he's short of getting on his knees and begging.