He can't exactly say he's wrong, exactly. It took doctors years to pin down whatever was wrong with Tim, eventually settling for a diagnosis that probably wasn't even correct. Hallucinations that were only hallucinations some of the time, and he's still not entirely sure how much of those were hallucinations.

"Right, except this isn't home anymore." He shakes the bottle in hand with the rattle of capsules snapping against plastic. "And this helped you, don't forget."

It's not as if Jay could have consented to it, but given what few resources they had on hand, what other choice did he have?