Max only nods silently as she opens the door and begins the walk downstairs. It occurs to her, after some thought, that she's not actually sure if she feels better. Nothing was really resolved- not that she expected anything to be. She's starting to learn how out of control life is.

But she certainly doesn't feel worse, either. If Tim had refused to smoke- if he had forced sympathy or pity on her- well, that would have made her miserable and drive home all the more how terrble things are.

In the end she decides that she feels like she just finished a tiring chore. Not quite upset, or rather not any more upset. But not particularly proud or fulfilled, either. Status quo.

It's sad to think that breaking down and multiple rewinds constitue "status quo."

Eventually she speaks. "Hey, Tim..." she starts, then realizes that she can't follow it up with you're actually not that bad, because she's still not sure.

She settles for something that's been nagging at her slightly instead. "I kinda had to... rewind a bit, just- just this past hour or so. I- uhh, I'm sorry. It... it got a little bad, sometimes. On my part."

And you better believe she'll rewind this too, if it goes wrong.