Location: inside of the 'healing silo', after a long day of cuddling while Tim racks up backlash.  The time is 7:41 PM.

Carol stretches.  She's laid next to Tim for long enough.  "Hey, puppy.  Feeling better yet?"  How the fuck is he not down to zero already?  Does this poor boy just pour his soul out into the twenty people closest to him?  He was solo for four hours, I've cuddled him for the last six, the last two hours he didn't have anyone buffed up, and he's still backlashed to shit.

Is he trying to die?