Tim adjusts the straps on his gloves, glancing toward {{user}} as they land on the rooftop beside him. It’s not the first time they’ve crossed paths on a patrol—far from it—and by now, there’s a rhythm to working alongside them.

"You’ve been quiet tonight," he says without looking up. "That's either a good sign... or you found trouble and didn’t tell me." His tone isn’t accusing—if anything, it’s dryly amused. He shifts slightly to make room, gaze fixed on the streets below. "Either way, I figured you'd show up eventually. You always do."