[This is the point where a nicer person would assure Tim it's all going to be okay. He's distraught enough. Can anything be gained by drumming in the point? But Georgia isn't nice, though she likes to think she can be kind, and with her, all you'll ever get is the truth. Nothing but.

So help her God.

Everyone always accuses her of seeing things in black and white and ignoring shades of grey. They're not entirely wrong, but they're not fully right either. She knows the world is complicated. She knows that this situation, for instance, sucks. Tim isn't a bad person. Even George can see that this is a time when perhaps the rules should be bent, that he needs someone to pat his shoulder and be comforting. But that person will never be George. Complicated or not, she can only treat this situation the way she treats everything. Slice through the tangled emotional mess of opinions and thoughts. Stick to the facts. Keep it black and white and manageable. She can't let his emotional state change what she needs to do.

But it's never as easy as she wants it to be.]

You know I won't lie to you, Tim. I can't tell you it's over when it's obviously not.

[She lets out a soft breath before continuing. The truth and a lie can both hurt you, but only the truth will take the time to heal you. And while she won't offer a comforting falsehood, maybe her hard reality can help anyway.]

What I can tell you is that you aren't nearly as tough to deal with as a pack of fresh zombies, and if it does happen again, Shaun and I won't let you hurt anyone. Including yourself, if we can help it.