"I don't really talk to them. You'd be better off talking to...y'know, someone who does." Tim looks away, his expression twisting slightly as he scowls at the wall. Maybe he should've made more of an effort to bother to connect, but that was never his priority. Too many other things that needed him way, way more than some storytelling rabbit god with an anxiety problem.

Granted, he can at least point Jay in the direction of people who do chat with them. Kravitz, probably. He can offer a more impartial and all-around helpful viewpoint than, say, Ren, the only other person he knows who chats them up semi-regularly. Or did.

"Look, they do...keep us safe, I guess. They bring us back when we die," he says, rolling right on past that without really touching on it at length, "they trade us stuff if we tell them stories, shit like that. It's not all bad."