"You are there," he parrots with a nod. It's like some bizarre geeky ritual. Tim stuffs his hands in his pockets, away from needy goats, and he wonders if that's why he feels lighter around Jeff. Because he sees the guy as a total geek, because he identified himself as a bard and though Tim now understands the... lore... its still very

anyway.

Here and now. Goats. Rockstar. Circus. Apocalypse.

Truly, professionals at work. Tim hums and tries to keep up with his own head.

"Is that goat about to steal your lunch money or something?"