"Lemme know if my John Handcock is still on the desk before you start doin' any kinda redecoratin' up there. Should I bring a couple flowers to lay out, spruce up the place?"

Consider that pinkie held. The more they talked, the more he would calm down, but he still felt very much like he was climbing down that cliff face that had torn him up all over again. Safe ground is coming. You're almost there.

"Pretty sure I saw some.. They're not daisies but they're red. Sorta nice to look at." If you liked that kind of thing... Did Tim like that kind of thing?