"Thanks for the ringing endorsement," Tim snaps. "Shouldn't matter to you if I'm, I guess, too stupid to find my way around campus."

Can he blame him, really, for thinking he's that dumb? No, because it's Tim. Because Tim wakes forcefully with aching wings and no memory of how he got here. Because Tim is behind in nearly every class, has a patchwork history of absences so glaring that he's undoubtedly going to be held back a year, and he knows, okay? He knows he's stupid.

He just didn't think it was that obvious.