Does it matter if it's part of the plan? Take a detour, Tim. Get lost with Jeff.

Life's so much better when you stray off the path and step sideways into another world. Wonderland, Oz, and the Lands Beyond. Worlds of metaphor and nonsense.

Jeff leans into the touch, a smile idling at the corner of his mouth. His shirt, too big, unbuttoned, and falling off at one shoulder, exposes his neck, his collarbone, all delicate and elegant, marred by a fresh scar slicing its way towards his throat.

A souvenir from life on the road.

"I dunno." He reaches a hand up to dance his fingers against Tim's. Idle intimacy as he spins his own version of reality. "How do I meet anyone? I just..." He shoots Tim a playful grin. "Dance into their lives, right?"

A beat.

"Don't think I ever met her, though. Maybe she's a groupie."