[ He couldn’t turn it off, even if he tried. Maybe in this one instance, for this one person, Tim can admit that he alone can’t offer him redemption, that no amount of patience and grace is going to save him if he doesn’t want it for himself. You can lead a dragon to water, but you can’t make him drink. He'll see the best in him, locked up with a key he doesn’t have.

These things happen. How weak would he be, to let this taint his relationship with anyone else, to blind him to the good in other people? To let some spoiled prince hold that kind of power over him? Aemond’s already said he doesn’t want it anymore. ]

I know. [ Downing what’s left in his glass, and setting it empty on the bedside table. ] And well put. You’re smart. My favorite nerd in the world.

[ Smiling, even as he sniffles and wipes at his eyes. Small blessings, that he’d left his glasses at Alicent’s when she roughed him up, so they’re not fogging up now. Perhaps he’s starting to feel it now, how quickly he’s taken those drinks to the dome. ]

I don’t want to cry. I want to throw things.

[ He won’t do it in Koby’s room, but. Let the record show. ]

You too. [ reaching for a bottle to fill up Koby’s glass. ] It’s pathetic if I’m drinking alone.