"You look like a clown," is what he told me It's too the point now that whenever I dream about nameless; that I've stopped counting them; I've also writing about it every time.
Whenever I was seeing Tim he asked me what would he think about me now that he's gone. Now that he is stripped away from tangible.
At the time the question almost seemed like an insult to my intelligence. But it was actually an insult to my pride. Either way, all of it has been confirmed.