Mr. Wilson can hardly be unaware that once a writer chooses to youthen or resurrect a word, it lives again.
He nods, time traveling to a point when there were no central lines, no low blood counts, no immunosuppressive drugs. His face youthens momentarily as he bridges back to a point on a timeline that has none of this devastation on it.
... And then I was like, woah, OK, that breaks my budget ...
... meant to be. They quarrel and Jim stomps off, but then he finds out through the grapevine ...