“Yeah. No. Of course. More freedom, right?” Malcolm says, doing a really bad job of pretending that’s totally cool with him. He wanted Tim to feel like he’d come home here. Maybe expected it, even, once he was here in the apartment with them. “Have to… be your own man and… stuff.” He hasn’t touched the soup. “They renovated while you were gone. Well. We did. A bunch of us helped. It’s really fixed up since the last time you were there. They also dedicated a room to remembering people who disappeared or died now so… I mean. Your name is on the wall. Maybe you can take it off, now that you’re back.”