[It doesn't really make him feel all that much better, because, well... Korra had told him. She'd told him not to try to resist the hunger, and he'd... well, he hadn't intentionally tried to? He just hadn't recognized it for what it was until it was too late to stop.]
[Tim washes his face to avoid having to actually make some kind of appropriate response to everything that Jack has said. He doesn't really know what the appropriate response is even supposed to be to this? Right now, he feels... calm, but fake-calm-- he knows he shouldn't be, he should still be an emotional mess, but it's all been kind of put behind a glass wall. Untouchable. It's probably the drugs kicking in.]
That's it? It's that simple?
[Tim takes the pack and taps out a cigarette, puts it between his lips; it's not easy to strike matches with wet fingers but he manages.]
I just have to get up tomorrow morning and not think about it?
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[Tim washes his face to avoid having to actually make some kind of appropriate response to everything that Jack has said. He doesn't really know what the appropriate response is even supposed to be to this? Right now, he feels... calm, but fake-calm-- he knows he shouldn't be, he should still be an emotional mess, but it's all been kind of put behind a glass wall. Untouchable. It's probably the drugs kicking in.]
That's it? It's that simple?
[Tim takes the pack and taps out a cigarette, puts it between his lips; it's not easy to strike matches with wet fingers but he manages.]
I just have to get up tomorrow morning and not think about it?