"Manhattan?" Tim's eyebrows creep up in disbelief. Even at his worst and most incomprehensible, he never actually left the state. Or, well, the world technically, since this is apparently a different one.
Maybe the entries don't exist here.
That thought brings with it a wave of relief, a biting optimism that Tim didn't even realize existed. Maybe the entries don't exist here. Maybe there's a way he can - maybe. But he can't let himself get lured into that mindset. He's gonna have to be patient with this. It's slipped back into his life before; why would something like this prevent it?
Tim inhales deeply, breathes. There's the shred of normalcy he's been looking for. It's a good anchor.
"I'm Tim." He takes the hand after a shade of hesitation, shakes it firmly, once, and lets it drop. No last names. Good. That makes a fade into anonymity that much simpler.
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Maybe the entries don't exist here.
That thought brings with it a wave of relief, a biting optimism that Tim didn't even realize existed. Maybe the entries don't exist here. Maybe there's a way he can - maybe. But he can't let himself get lured into that mindset. He's gonna have to be patient with this. It's slipped back into his life before; why would something like this prevent it?
Tim inhales deeply, breathes. There's the shred of normalcy he's been looking for. It's a good anchor.
"I'm Tim." He takes the hand after a shade of hesitation, shakes it firmly, once, and lets it drop. No last names. Good. That makes a fade into anonymity that much simpler.