Right. Hint fucking taken. How dare he bother to help some asshole who keeps presuming he knows a damn thing about Tim's life. But if he lives to bitch about it later, he still lives.

Tim salutes, a lazy, two-fingered affair that somehow communicates the air of someone rolling their eyes - he's too tired to bother with much of anything else - and turns to leave.

"Great. Have fun."

He departs at an angle. He doesn't turn his back on people, trusted or otherwise.