Tim squints at it. Is it candy? The glass looks intact, and in it, he can see - his reflection. Worn down as ever, frayed at every edge, the half moons beneath his eyes dark and heavy. After last year, he hasn't slept very much at all. But then, he's never slept easy.

"All right," he says, and opens his arms. "There. Now you."

He really should take to carrying his own little pocket mirror, huh?