Tim was pleased with the change in Tony, the five weeks since his birthday seemed to have been good to him. He looked happy, better than he had in months. He said he was at peace with what his dad had done, said he was over Ziva too; she’d moved on and he was doing the same.
That told party of the story, but there was something more, Tim glanced over at his friend, unsurprised to see a contented smile on his face. Seemed like time to ask.
“Okay Tony, no more secrets, you can tell me, what’s her name?”