[Tim hasn't got an answer to that - at least not one that'll make him sound about twelve. God, he wants to smoke. He wants to fuck up his lungs even more than they are already. He wants to drown himself in the flowers in his guts and stop thinking about this so goddamned much.]
no subject
[He doesn't, though.]
[He's quit.]
[He lets Kravitz go, and he goes his own way.]