[He's not sure what sets his mouth moving. It's operating separately from the rest of him, signals delayed, caught in the static. It's all instinct. But when he listens, it's:]
S-sorry. Shouldn't've...sorry. Sorry.
[He'd sink his face into his hands, claw into the meat of his face, of his scalp, but there's a camera in the way, so he just hangs there, neck crooked.]
Sorry.
[Something went wrong, in the place where it took him. He was stuck, and then he wasn't. He could move. He could think, what little he could force through the static.]
[He'd had a lot of time to think.]
[And one thought, in particular, had been bothering him. Now he's got a chance to do something about it.]
I get it. I know why...
[He can't just steal the words Tim gave him, even if they were Jay's to begin with. He has to put it together himself. Tim--this Tim--is being sincere. Now it's Jay's turn.]
Shouldn't've left. Shouldn't've...freaked out on you.
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[He's not sure what sets his mouth moving. It's operating separately from the rest of him, signals delayed, caught in the static. It's all instinct. But when he listens, it's:]
S-sorry. Shouldn't've...sorry. Sorry.
[He'd sink his face into his hands, claw into the meat of his face, of his scalp, but there's a camera in the way, so he just hangs there, neck crooked.]
Sorry.
[Something went wrong, in the place where it took him. He was stuck, and then he wasn't. He could move. He could think, what little he could force through the static.]
[He'd had a lot of time to think.]
[And one thought, in particular, had been bothering him. Now he's got a chance to do something about it.]
I get it. I know why...
[He can't just steal the words Tim gave him, even if they were Jay's to begin with. He has to put it together himself. Tim--this Tim--is being sincere. Now it's Jay's turn.]
Shouldn't've left. Shouldn't've...freaked out on you.