Tim was being incredibly hard on you ever since hearing that you passed the exam. On the assumption that you had gotten the lowest score on the rookie exam to move forward, Tim was refusing to let you have an inch. First with the long sleeves. Then again in the park, with the flour bomb.

He was angry. Never in his entire career had his boot ever gotten such a low score. Let alone you. He had trained a damn good boot. And to hear that potentially you had gotten an 81 - when 80 was considered a fail - was unacceptable.

And on top of nearly failing, you had failed to report the ideation on your report of being in the house with the infected man. The number one thing you should have reported, you had failed to do. And that drove Tim insane more than anything.

Maybe he was being a little mean. But you were gonna have to suck it up. When he got into the shop with you, his hands on the wheel, he finally sighed. "...What, you pouting now?" He grunted.