What kinda other place are you from that's got you livin' like this? Someone dump you in the woods or somethin'?

[There's a weird disconnect happening here. That they can just fall into their usual banter like nothing's wrong. But this isn't the Tim he knew. And that one's probably off and hurt somewhere, and he can't keep down the worry that keeps arising every time his mind starts to drift back to that thought.

This Tim is nice. But he's still a stranger.]

Seems like you can never catch a break.