Tim clears his throat awkwardly, nods once. "Yeah."

Yeah. He doesn't want to think about this right now. He's gonna go to the first day of his mindless job so they - they, plural, even after everything they keep doing to each other - can scrape together something better than what they have. Maybe they can.

(Realistically? No. No, they can't.)

(But Tim's used to the disappointment.)

He ducks out of the apartment before the silence stretches into irresolution and closes the door behind him.