He lets out a breath at that theory. It's as soft as incredulity will let him make it, because if that's the Fears doing their thing, his world has a lot more to answer for.

Tim looks down at his shoes, finally releasing his weak hold on the closet connection he has here. "I think that's just how things are," he argues. Mildly.

People come, they go.

They go, and go.

He's still looking down at his shoes when he says, "I'm usually the one mourning others. If you knew me before... you'd just be saying I took a wrong turn backpacking through Europe."