"It was my fucking problem, wasn't it? Me, leading that thing into all of our lives!" Should've just sat in the hospital, and let it crumble around him. Let it fucking burn, every last shred of it, and let a couple of college idiots make a student film without that specter hanging over them.

Does it matter what any of this was about, in the first place? Because now they're shouting again, like they always do, indistinct and escalating, without any intention of salvaging the conversation whatsoever.

Maybe he should.

Breathe out.

"...what was your point, Jay? Was that it? Was that all there was to it? Just...telling me not to go looking for something that you didn't have to tell me to not go looking for?"