[Sorry doesn't bring anyone back. Doesn't make it ache any less. Doesn't claw Jay back from the brink that Brian tipped him over. Doesn't make every insult, every spat curse of liar, liar, liar any less painful. He almost can't bear to look at him - can't bear to look at his face and see that overwhelming sincerity he knows must be there.]
[He can only wipe at his nose like the disgusting creature he is, trying to breathe past the block in his throat.]
So what now?
[It's harder when he can't call the shots - when he can't simply tear away after spitting out his thrown gauntlet, flinging up barriers in the form of slammed car doors and distance and outrage. Now he has no choice but to calm down (be rational, Timothy) and act like a normal person (you're finally stabilizing, Timothy) and start looking at him.]
We just...act like you weren't there? Like you had nothing to do with it?
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[He can only wipe at his nose like the disgusting creature he is, trying to breathe past the block in his throat.]
So what now?
[It's harder when he can't call the shots - when he can't simply tear away after spitting out his thrown gauntlet, flinging up barriers in the form of slammed car doors and distance and outrage. Now he has no choice but to calm down (be rational, Timothy) and act like a normal person (you're finally stabilizing, Timothy) and start looking at him.]
We just...act like you weren't there? Like you had nothing to do with it?