Tim's mouth twitches at one corner, lifting into something right-handed.

"Yeah. I know he should. He's just...not really willing to admit he has that kind of problem, I guess." She can trust him when he says it's an unending source of profound frustration. He plain has no idea how to go about doing it, either. He always knew that there was something wrong with him, when he started seeing things, when he started having fits and seizures and violent episodes and delusions, when doctors started asking him funny questions and shining lights into his eyes. No one broke the news to him gently.

Jay's never had to face even that.