Except he sure as hell doesn't look like he's about to go home.

"You're not moving," says Tim testily, and oh my god, why does he care? Why does he care what this idiot does, wandering around here after dark, trying to catch glimpses of things that don't exist, except in nightmares? Tim's nightmares. Tim's empty, stupid, pointless, imaginary nightmares.

"What are you looking at?"

But Tim - he doesn't turn around to look.

Of course he doesn't look.