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Tony's assumptions were confirmed; Tim's every day life definitely missed the James Bond Excitement Mark by about a mile. He wasn't one to follow all too strict a structure unless it was unavoidable, yet he did not overindulge in anything either. It was all a well-balanced repetition of activities, nothing of interest to the eye of an observer—and not to his own.
His life felt like a corset he chose to wear even when it did not fit him anymore.
Sometimes, Tim lay awake at night wondering when it started to go all wrong.
And sometimes, he would cry.