For his part, it's getting to be easier for Tim to walk around without feeling utterly fatigued like he's been hiking for miles. He'd called the old moving place again, like he's been doing each day since walking there and re-applying, and they'd been kind enough - tolerant enough, really - to say they'd like having him back. He's never considered himself a model employee by any standards, but it stands to reason people in this city would be accustomed to hearing some pretty weird bullshit. Though, admittedly, the coma had been hard to explain.

It's been surprisingly, uniquely, bizarrely - kind of a good day. Or at least not a bad one. It even feels natural enough when Jay knocks and he swings the door open.

"Hey," says Tim. For a whole five seconds, it almost feels normal.

Then he notices what Jay's carrying.

"So, uh," says Tim, frowning. "Should I ask or do you wanna explain, or - ?"