They're in bed. Nothing indecent! Just in bed, a mildly warm and sunny day passing them by outside. Out a window, Tim can peer at one of the now-looming radio towers overseeing the city. There's a fire that needs to be addressed off to Gloucester's east side. If Tim hadn't felt so utterly useless before, the smoke rising now does the trick, drives the nail on the coffin.

If he couldn't find his way through life after Robin, Tim finds it woefully ironic that Robin is now so explicitly off the table.

He wiggles and sits up, (right) foot going to dig a light kick at Jeff's thigh.

There's no good time to dredge this up, which means there's no bad time for it either. "There's some chick looking for you," he informs. Swallows, because he thinks of Stephanie. Except Steph isn't just some chick. "Do you know about that?"