[It would probably sound better, more intimidating, more heartfelt, if he wasn't some sniffling, awful mess half-crumpled on the ground. Wanting nothing more than to shove Brian roughly away, and being patently unable to - maybe because the fear that he'll dissipate into nothing is still there, despite all of it. He's lost him twice now. Twice, and the third time is always the one that sticks.]
[Tim has never been someone who could contain everything behind a viewfinder. He is not Jay, and he is not Alex, and he never will be. He wraps his arms around his middle and hugs at himself because no one else is going to, and he sobs like the broken thing he is, unable to keep it from boiling loose, dribbling down his face in a disgusting mixture of tears and snot.]
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[It would probably sound better, more intimidating, more heartfelt, if he wasn't some sniffling, awful mess half-crumpled on the ground. Wanting nothing more than to shove Brian roughly away, and being patently unable to - maybe because the fear that he'll dissipate into nothing is still there, despite all of it. He's lost him twice now. Twice, and the third time is always the one that sticks.]
[Tim has never been someone who could contain everything behind a viewfinder. He is not Jay, and he is not Alex, and he never will be. He wraps his arms around his middle and hugs at himself because no one else is going to, and he sobs like the broken thing he is, unable to keep it from boiling loose, dribbling down his face in a disgusting mixture of tears and snot.]
[Halting, stuttering, stumbling.]
[And never, never enough.]
I missed my friend.