Tim says nothing, just sits there and watches. Gradually he curls his knees up to wrap his arms around him, oddly reminiscent of the scared boy in the hospital room but with none of the trembling and shaken fear to accompany it. He's never seen the ocean. He didn't think he ever would, or could. Even if it's a dream, he won't deny that it's a nice one.

He doesn't mind it, really. He doesn't mind it at all.

Even the company is okay, he thinks. Bee doesn't know about him, and there can't be any harm in it if she doesn't know him, right? They can just sit there like the friends they aren't, not really, but Tim doesn't mind having to pretend either. He always has to pretend. Even with Jay.

Zero lights down his shoulder again, feathers soft against his cheek, and he absently reaches up to stroke her, daring to feel calm for the first time in -

Well. A long time.