( the sound of Tim's voice alone keeps cutting through Brian's heartstrings, a mix of guilt and some form of a defensive feeling both washing over him like two seas oceans crashing into one another. his hand reaches down to the fabric of his pants, baggier than they'd been a few years before, dirtier too. )

Think I enjoyed stealing from you?

( I didn't always steal them, you know )

You think I- rationally enjoyed taking something you needed? ( something you need? i've got one. but i can't give it back yet. ) You think you would have let me?

What- would I even say? Hey? I'm seeing things that aren't there, mind if I pop some pills with you? Fuck's sake, Tim; ( he's not even angry; honestly at this point being pushed off the roof would be more merciful.

-- running away from his problems again. )

I was- I was a coward, okay. There.