"I feel like I gotta meet Keay," Tim says with a shake of the head. They've got a couple of statements, he knows about him, but the thought that he's just, well, around is sort of weird.

Sasha paints the picture in broad, vague strokes, and when she gets to the birthday, he lifts a brow archly. This is much better than dwelling on Elias, who Tim doesn't want to think about existing anymore, if he can help it. He's dead now. He doesn't have to think about Elias Bouchard.

"...I get the feeling it wasn't wine and cake."