One stupid, stupid parts of him wants to make that offer for him to crash here, if he wants. No cameras. No mirrors watching over him. And it'd be stupid and he can't say which instinct has that question swelling on his tongue and which instinct has him muzzling it.

It's the way he has to lean against the wall for support that clinches it. The way he looks almost dizzy. He's bound to trip and fall down the stairs at this rate, right? Wouldn't put it past him. Tim sighs.

Maybe it's weird, but what part of their lives has ever been normal?

"Look," says Tim, "you can just...just crash here, okay? You look like you can barely stand."