Good riddance Tim thinks and doesn't say: he remembers Steph (she never leaves his thoughts) and Arthur Brown and all of those nights with heavy talks and high emotions. Still, as he readjusts and brings his backpack to his other side in belated protectiveness, Tim hopes the sentiment shows.

"You missed him," he muses somewhat lowly, because- well, Jason's been on his mind a lot lately too, though Tim attributes that to Jason. "There was a guy around our age." He stamps out the last stubborn breath of light from the now discarded magazine- "We were both new, heading into town, and he was decked out in the blazer for Saint Someone's school. I was just jealous for the blazer."

No,

"It was almost military school for me. Lucky, I know."