[ tim has an optimism and belief in good that quentin lost some time ago. not completely, but that light has dimmed and sitting here even in tim's insistance and indignance, he finds himself refreshed by it. he steals some of the little pastries from the plate himself, letting tim talk, letting him get it out.

but at the end, he shrugs a little bit. the choice sounds like maybe tim thinks their bath meeting was a bad thing, but he doesn't comment. it wasn't bad at all, actually. instead, he sighs and reaches across to squeeze tim's shoulder. ]

You wouldn't have made the choice had you known, but you didn't. I know not being there for him must have been quite difficult - but for what it's worth, I think our meeting was quite serindipitous.

[ he raises his brows a little then picks a piece of fruit from the plate. he shouldn't talk around a mouthful but he's a sailor - and he does. ]

I don't know what gods your world worships, but we're all put here on these lands for something, yes. Some reason. But I think we ran into one another at the perfect time. You shouldn't be tending to his sick bed alone all the time. It's exhausting. So maybe I will annoy you in the future, but for the moment here we are. You'll simply have to continue looking at me, whether you like it or not.