[He doesn't ask Jon if he wants another of the same. He doubts the man tasted it any more than Tim did. There's a brief moment where the fridge cracks open, and another after it that a fresh can is placed in front of Jon.
Tim lingers a moment, hand on Jon's shoulder, with a light squeeze.]
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Tim lingers a moment, hand on Jon's shoulder, with a light squeeze.]
Yeah.
... Give me a minute to process all this.