Tim held up his hands in surrender, chuckling softly. "Alright, alright. I'll stop. I just didn't want ya to feel pushed into doin' this is all." He took a long drag off of his drink. "My Moms would string me up if I didn't try to be as hospitable as I could possibly be. I would have offered cookies if I had any." He teased lightly.
Rocking back in his seat Tim looked Quinn over a bit. "So mind if I ask how you died?" He was equally as curious as to how he came back. Most people who died left the island entirely, only to come back weeks or sometimes months later. Part of him was slightly envious. His real Dad had never come back.