[He won't let go. If he wrenched hard enough, he could tear out of his grip and run, and never look back, but he's not - he's not Jay, he knows better than to turn away from a threat when it's right in front of you. Keep your enemies close, right? Precisely why Jay always had Tim walk in front of the camera, isn't it?]
[Let go of me.]
[His breath has gone staggered, and he can't - can't look at him as he is now, looking so fucking sincere, like he didn't put him and Jay through every inch of hell that Alex did, like he isn't responsible for the weight of guilt sagging on Tim's shoulders, for the mocking words that must keep Jay up still. Like he isn't responsible. Like he deserves some measure of forgiveness for that.]
[Like Tim could - ]
I sad let go of me!
[The words wrench out from his throat in an outraged howl, tearing at the back of his throat.]
You were scared? We were all scared! You didn't see me or Jay trying to kill anyone over it!
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[Let go of me.]
[His breath has gone staggered, and he can't - can't look at him as he is now, looking so fucking sincere, like he didn't put him and Jay through every inch of hell that Alex did, like he isn't responsible for the weight of guilt sagging on Tim's shoulders, for the mocking words that must keep Jay up still. Like he isn't responsible. Like he deserves some measure of forgiveness for that.]
[Like Tim could - ]
I sad let go of me!
[The words wrench out from his throat in an outraged howl, tearing at the back of his throat.]
You were scared? We were all scared! You didn't see me or Jay trying to kill anyone over it!
[Not - ]
[Not until he'd already lost him.]