It's a challenge - a thrown gauntlet. Like she expects the answer to be something self-serving, or maybe for him not to have an answer at all.

Tim jams his hands into the pockets of his jeans and tips his head to one side, considering how best to phrase it.

"I...look. I dealt with this - alone. For most of my life. Didn't really have anyone else who got it." And when eventually the people who did get it happened along, they were either in complete denial over that fact, or they didn't care that there was a wealth of similarity there, and simply wanted to excise it like a tumor. "And it sucked, okay? It sucked, not having anyone around who could tell me what the hell was happening. So even if I can't do - I dunno, much, at least I can do...this.

"Make sure that no one else was as alone as I was when it happened."