"I'm never done." He passes a hand up and through his hair. He has limits, sure. He has those asymptotes that he'd rather people not cross. But cross them they do. Jay interferes, sticks his nose where he shouldn't. Brian steals medication that Tim can't afford to spare. Alex kills the only person in his life he can say might understand that small portion of what he's been through, and tries to shoot Tim down on the spot, and still, still -

He's never done.

If that limit exists, he's not sure anyone might ever cross it.

"You rush too quick into anything, you risk fucking it up." Said with a hair more weight than is maybe intentional, to start with. Tim huffs softly through his nose with a shake of his head. "Sometimes someone telling you to back off really just wants you to back off."

Our lives aren't stories.

Only they are, aren't they? Had people glued to the monitor every time Jay uploaded a new entry. Every time Tim, eventually, posted one, because it felt wrong to leave a dead man's legacy unfinished.

"Sometimes you never get closure," says Tim quietly. He doesn't think of Brian, who must have known what was coming before it did. He doesn't think of Jay, forever searching for answers he never got.

He doesn't fucking think of Alex, who thought he was the hero the whole damn time.

"Sometimes things don't have a cut and dry over. That's just the bottom line."