"And that I don't eat shit when we leave," Tim says thoughtfully. He gets out of the seat, a little wobbly, but steady enough. And he gives Jon that slightly firm look without having to say that it's all on his tab as he heads toward the door.

He's no plan to go anywhere. He can't remember where his apartment is right now. So he might as well wait for Jon to come out and impress upon his hospitality until he's sober enough to remember where he's supposed to be.