"Totally. And now my roommate's gone, so I get the whole place to myself." That's a positive spin to put on it, right? "You think maybe Stacy picked up a piece of your world and dropped it in the City? I mean, some people found their houses."

Tim sounds like he could come from a fairly normal world, maybe not so dissimilar from Howard's before the FAYZ. The accent isn't Californian, but it's definitely American, and so far Tim hasn't brought up zombies or magic.

His hands are shakey again. He flicks his wrist to try and disguise that. "Yeah, it kinda does." Oh, God, that's another thing he doesn't want to think about. What if his sixteenth birthday catches him unaware? It could blindside him, and he was able to resist temptation the first time, but what if it happens again?

He takes another large bite of fruit and swallows despite gagging. He knows he should stop, but very few things ground him like being able to over-indulge. "We probably showed up at the same time. Stacy sent you on any missions yet? I've been on three. I swear each one she sticks me on a bigger clusterfuck than the last."

He's talking kind of fast, the babble that comes from nervousness. He tries to tell himself he's doing Tim a favor, taking Tim's mind off that 'mild insomnia' or whatever.

It's a lie, but it's hard to admit you're both lonely and terrified of other people. Even to yourself.