[You're my friend.]

[That's the word that detonates beneath Tim's skin, hot and nuclear and leaving him gritting his teeth against the headache threatening to bleed into his throat and set him coughing. He knows what his friends get - what he leads them into. What knowing him does to them.]

You're damn right he didn't deserve that. Wasn't enough that you had to be breaking into my house and stealing my meds, was it? You had to go and - and keep pushing Jay into it, and it killed him!