It doesn't make sense. They don't trust each other. Tim lied to him and hid things from him and became something else and dug his thumbs into Jay's throat. Jay kept secrets, told him it was all just for a movie until Tim's fist connected with his cheekbone, knocking him out of alignment, making him drop the camera. It kept rolling, though, and it did until Jay died. He told the viewers everything he knew. He had to.
no subject
Jay's mind locks up.
Is he? Is that what they are?
'He's your friend.'
It doesn't make sense. They don't trust each other. Tim lied to him and hid things from him and became something else and dug his thumbs into Jay's throat. Jay kept secrets, told him it was all just for a movie until Tim's fist connected with his cheekbone, knocking him out of alignment, making him drop the camera. It kept rolling, though, and it did until Jay died. He told the viewers everything he knew. He had to.
'He's your friend.'
It's not right.
But you can't tell lies here.
'It's you. You're the fuck-up.'
Jay doesn't deny it. He can't. It's the truth.