I– We... We said it. But do you... For real, do you think I meant it?

( I did, pounds the voice in the back of his head. Selfish. Uncaring.

a monster,

Brian is one, too. But- not that much. Not to Jay or Tim. Not as long as he's rational.

He just hasn't been. He's been scared. Tired. Defeated. )

I would never- Tim, all I ever wanted was for you to be okay. I never imagined that... That there was so much going on. That something like this could ever...

( you're acting like a lapdog, Brian

youmanipulativelittlefuck–—

his knuckles are turning white.
the anger rushing in doesn't feel his. he just wants it to go away. )

You were my one real friend, you know.