Tim changes the subject and he's actually kind of grateful. Too much talk about death and dying and suffering. He'd come out here at all just to get a break from everything.

Guess he just doesn't get one.

So he shuffles back into a more comfortable seating position for a moment, feeling more confident about supporting himself with his hands against the tree and everything else, now that he can't infect it. He'll need new gloves, though. That's a shame.

"Yeah. Should probably go an' get cleaned up, I guess. I didn't mean for all--" He gestures to the rest of the mess, already starting to dissipate. "--this to happen. I'm gonna be more careful."