[And now Jon can't fire him. No matter how much both of them desperately want Jon to.

Tim folds up the accounting- Tim refuses to think of it as a statement, just out of obstinacy alone.]

Hey. We're friends, yeah?

[It seems his way of saying, you're welcome. He pushes himself up, and takes a second to drop a hand on Jon's, with a brief squeeze, before moving past Jon's immediate line of sight.]

I'm going to go check on Martin. But uh, hang out a second. I'll get presentable and see you back to your place.