( his stomach churns, a knotting pain pulsating through his abdomen and yet he can only hold him tightly like his physical presence might do something. but what would it do to fix him? Brian doesn't know; in fact he isn't sure this is even okay, all he knows is it's what he can do to try and help. "try" being the keyword. )
( his voice is held down by a hard lump in his own throat.
you were just a shell
it hits home, of course, it sends a chill down his spine and raises goosebumps but he just listens. for once, in a long time, he listens and doesn't try to justify or explain. it's an excercise in self-restraint once he realises how everything could have been different, not just if Brian had acted differently, but also if he had. )
(I was dead. )
It takes more than that to... ( his voice is so quiet, broken up and he can't bring himself to finish it. he can't bring himself to hammer home the reminder that he is alive, somehow, in some way he can't explain, that it's still him.
Tim grieved his loss and he'd just- he'd just come back to haunt him. Not once but twice. )
(couldn't even give you peace on that)
( his cheeks are damp with something warm. for once there's no cough, no headache or static in his ears but there's something so much more natural and too pure for someone like hi- like what he'd become. )
... I couldn't let you go through this nightmare on your own.
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( his voice is held down by a hard lump in his own throat.
you were just a shell
it hits home, of course, it sends a chill down his spine and raises goosebumps but he just listens. for once, in a long time, he listens and doesn't try to justify or explain. it's an excercise in self-restraint once he realises how everything could have been different, not just if Brian had acted differently, but also if he had. )
( I was dead. )
It takes more than that to... ( his voice is so quiet, broken up and he can't bring himself to finish it. he can't bring himself to hammer home the reminder that he is alive, somehow, in some way he can't explain, that it's still him.
Tim grieved his loss and he'd just- he'd just come back to haunt him. Not once but twice. )
( couldn't even give you peace on that )
( his cheeks are damp with something warm. for once there's no cough, no headache or static in his ears but there's something so much more natural and too pure for someone like hi- like what he'd become. )
... I couldn't let you go through this nightmare on your own.