[His head's still spinning, the breath hard and coppery in his lungs. Any second now he's waiting for the tall, spidery loom of another silhouette to tear across his vision, for the static to boil off and leave him grasping at empty threads. Just losing it again. Just seeing things that aren't there.]
[Delusions. Violent episodes.]
[Wouldn't be the first time.]
[He's trying not to crack, and he's failing. God, but he's failing in every way it's possible to fail.]
I hated you.
[Hated. Past tense. Because Tim can't scratch the surface beyond that dulled pronouncement - because the depths of his disgust will always be reserved for the man whose shell he occupies.]
Not for what you...not for whatever you did to me.
no subject
[Delusions. Violent episodes.]
[Wouldn't be the first time.]
[He's trying not to crack, and he's failing. God, but he's failing in every way it's possible to fail.]
I hated you.
[Hated. Past tense. Because Tim can't scratch the surface beyond that dulled pronouncement - because the depths of his disgust will always be reserved for the man whose shell he occupies.]
Not for what you...not for whatever you did to me.
[...]
For Jay.