The part inside Tim thirsting for greatness is screaming about perpetual involvement. The part of Tim trying to look as calm and uninterested as possible is trying its best to keep him that way.

His eyes drop down to the envelope again. Even if Tim was too paranoid to wait, Togusa held up that end of the deal despite the results being nothing. Just a little, Tim smiles, boyish.

"I could," he admits. "But Retrospec isn't going to stop being shady. It's innocent now; next time, it might not be. In the future, it might be worse, more dangerous. I want to stop that from happening." And he wants the personal recognition. "If you give me a legal shield," and an arm into police intel, he thinks, "I'll give you my skill set when you need it."