Liar? Does Tim think--does he seriously think this is even remotely on the same level as what he's done? He strung Jay along for over a year, making him think they were looking for Jessica when all they were really doing was walking straight into Alex's crosshairs. Everything they did was just--just to satisfy Tim's fucked-up revenge fantasy. God knows what Tim still hasn't told him. God knows what stupid things Jay's done because he's still missing part of the story, and god knows how much of it's exactly the way Tim intended.

He scrambles to his feet, lunging for the collar of Tim's jumpsuit, and--

--and--

--grits his teeth, sliding back into his seat as Tim does the same. His nose stings from the dry prison air, his head stings, but he's sitting. He's quiet. He's staying in line.

"No," he snaps. "No, I don't know. I haven't seen him since...since Christmas."

His hands lock together on the table, fidgeting with nervous, furious energy.

"And what about my Mirror, huh? Haven't heard shit about him. What, does he just never show up?"