[Can't resist asking, can he? Just like Jay, in the end; for all the grief he gave him for prying and pushing and picking over everything with a ruthlessly fine-toothed comb in search of his answers, Tim's really no better, in the end. He's no better, because when faced with the opportunity, of course he seizes it.]
[Those answers that Jay never got - and that Tim had to learn in his stead. Like it was honoring his memory.]
If you could remember, why didn't you do something? Anything besides just...hide, and let us think you were dead?
[Until the day it stopped being a presumption, and became a hard fact.]
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[Can't resist asking, can he? Just like Jay, in the end; for all the grief he gave him for prying and pushing and picking over everything with a ruthlessly fine-toothed comb in search of his answers, Tim's really no better, in the end. He's no better, because when faced with the opportunity, of course he seizes it.]
[Those answers that Jay never got - and that Tim had to learn in his stead. Like it was honoring his memory.]
If you could remember, why didn't you do something? Anything besides just...hide, and let us think you were dead?
[Until the day it stopped being a presumption, and became a hard fact.]
[And whose fault is that?]