[ Maybe it's the hopeless monotony getting to him after being here over a month. Maybe he can see something of himself in the whole weird, haunted thing the other guy has going on. Maybe it's Maybelline. Whatever. All Tim knows for sure is that it's cold (like always) and dark (like always) and suddenly a round of Cards against Snowmanity seems like the greatest goddamn idea he's heard in his life.

He's so distracted by the notion that he doesn't really pay the shadow much heed. He's hallucinating again. Big whoop. Must be a day ending in y. ]

I - if we can make it work, count me in. If I can make room in my schedule, I mean. Pretty sure I can set back my 'shivering my ass off' appointment for an hour or two, so...