That's the question, isn't it?

Tim almost wants to laugh at that. Wants to. The impulse is there, spooling up in his chest like a water balloon ready to burst. He seizes the impulse, bundles it tight, crams it down somewhere it won't come to light. That's not you. The point of this is to ease Jay into things, not freak him out even more than he is already. Save that conversation for later. Save conversations about souls and the kids who carry them for some other time.

"Good question," he says quietly. "I mean, I just...take it day to day. Anything else gets pretty exhausting."