"It's all a dream, Tim. I think... maybe things just come because people expect them to?" Which is a terrifying thought, but he's worn out on existential crises for the moment. They arrive at the townhouse, and Martin lets them in with the key.

Sasha's not in because it's deathly quiet. That's... fine. He tries to muster a smile for Tim's teasing, as well, but it's half-hearted.

"Define 'better.' Do you want ice?"

Either way, he's heading to a cabinet in the kitchen that most people would need a step stool to reach.