[Isn’t it just like Tim, to be so scared of a simple goddamn question that he’d rather bolt? This is Jay’s one chance to get the truth. Last time, Tim could just refuse to speak, but this time? This time, he has to keep talking. He has to tell Jay what’s going on, he has to—]
[Jay makes it as far as the door before he freezes.]
[Wind it back. Remember.]
[He remembers his hands wound around Tim’s neck, Tim backing away, Tim splayed across the leaves, unable to escape. A knife in Jay’s hand, the blood seeping through Tim’s shirt, liar, liar, liar—]
[This isn’t right.]
[He didn’t used to do this, did he?]
[Gripping the doorframe, Jay looks back at the others, for...for advice, guidance, instructions, something. Jay doesn’t know what to do.]
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[Isn’t it just like Tim, to be so scared of a simple goddamn question that he’d rather bolt? This is Jay’s one chance to get the truth. Last time, Tim could just refuse to speak, but this time? This time, he has to keep talking. He has to tell Jay what’s going on, he has to—]
[Jay makes it as far as the door before he freezes.]
[Wind it back. Remember.]
[He remembers his hands wound around Tim’s neck, Tim backing away, Tim splayed across the leaves, unable to escape. A knife in Jay’s hand, the blood seeping through Tim’s shirt, liar, liar, liar—]
[This isn’t right.]
[He didn’t used to do this, did he?]
[Gripping the doorframe, Jay looks back at the others, for...for advice, guidance, instructions, something. Jay doesn’t know what to do.]