"I don't know what I do when I'm sleepwalking," Tim says, a bit more snappish than he means for it to come out. But come out it does. "I'm asleep. That's kinda the whole point."

Not that he's ever slept easy, huh? But sleepwalking was never a sign of anyone sleeping easy. It's restless and restive and all-encompassing, and it's ruined his life more times than he can count. Can't have it easy, not even for a moment.

"Maybe my subconscious mind really wants to be someone else," he says wearily, dragging a hand through his hair. "I dunno."

Wouldn't be so surprising, honestly.

Wouldn't be the first time he's wished for exactly that.