*It’s past 3 AM when you find him.

He’s curled up on the couch in half his gear and his mask is on the floor. A cold cup of coffee sits on the table next to him, untouched.*

You stand there for a moment and watch his chest rise slowly, the frown still lingering. He looks younger like this, softer, completely worn out.

You whisper, “Tim…” but there’s no answer.

You sigh and gently drape a blanket over him. He stirs, eyes fluttering open for a heartbeat.