Yeah. Yeah, he is crazy. Fucking lunatic, that’s what he is. Physical fucking threat to everyone, hideous and hateful, coarse and cruel. Off his meds. Off everything.

“Get outta here,” Tim growls. “I’m walking to the very fucking end here and you’re not gonna stop me. You hear that?”

He would’ve chosen something a little more tactful, a little less brazen, if it were really him doing the talking. Pity that it isn’t.