Tim wants to backtrack when he hears the mortality rate, to apologize and try to diffuse the situation. Rather, his stomach does. He sympathizes with the kid; he really does, but Tim doesn't want this to turn into a pity party. He doesn't want to have to surrender more horrible memories to explain why he had reacted that way. It's not Howard's business, and it's certainly not for the cameras.

But there's no time to consider it further, Howard wants to go back to camp on his own. Fine, Tim will let him. He isn't going to beg for help fishing. Howard's already told him where to find the fish and the nets. He has what he needs, information-wise. Execution can be trial and error.

Tim starts wrapping the cable around his waist, weaving it around itself to secure it. "I'm going to Adventureland to get food. Come with me or follow me if you want, but don't sneak up on me. I'd rather not fight you."

Because Howard's got enough problems without breaking his nose or dislocating a shoulder. Tim makes his way out of the shooting gallery. "Try not to die," he offers as a farewell.