[The fact that Jon tries to lie about it just confirms it more for Tim. Taking the album from Jon in order to take another look Tim removes a photograph of his face pressed close to the thing that use to be Sasha. The two of them squeezing together to both fit in the selfie, out at a bar after work, smiling like drunk idiots. Which he's pretty sure they were at the time as he remembers that night. One of many similar nights but this one was a special night. He turns the photograph towards Jon so he can see what he's looking at.]

I don't know... [He pauses and tries to collect his thoughts before he continues. Now sounding more tired than angry.] I mean you must have known, even as obtuse as you seemed back then, that we dated; right? It wasn't a secret. Everyone at the archives knew. [He flips the photograph back over. Staring at the woman who matches the memories in his head but apparently wasn't her at all.] This picture we took together to commemorate the night we decided to- how did she put it? See what a bad idea it would be to date a coworker. Except it wasn't bad. It was good. Even if it didn't fully work out it was still... good.

[He looks back at Jon. A fresh pang of anger coming back into his features. It just wasn't fair.] So why? Why out of everyone can I not see that this isn't her? Why even after you tell me it's not? Why do I still look at this and see Sasha? [The words come tumbling out of his mouth faster and faster.] I-- I just went back to work! I just thought it was her! Just so glad she managed to not get hurt during the attack. She saved my life and I didn't even notice she was dead! Christ Jon, even now all I can see is Sasha when I look at this and-- and-- UGH!! [Angrily he tears into the photo. Ripping it into shreds. At least attempting to focus his anger at the proper target and not at Jon. Not!Sasha wasn't here to scream at but he could at least destroy her in picture form.]