Tim's gaze flicks over to Jacobi again while he takes his scull, but he looks back at the screen instead. Not watching, just wanting to tread carefully. Thinking hard about how to steer in these uncharted waters.

There's a few silent false starts, as he puts his bottle to his lips to hide their movement, but his silence is only a few seconds total, hardly more than a pause. "It was a bad call," he says, but his voice is only sympathetic. "And sometimes those aren't learning experiences, or moments of wisdom you can look back on fondly later. Sometimes it's just... bad. It hurts, and it sucks."