Wow, apologies. Nothing familiar about this scenario.

"Right," he says neutrally. "Just like you were 'sorry' before, huh. You know, Jay, I'm starting to recognize a pattern." He keeps staring at the man, unwavering, watching him sweat and fidget with a twisted feeling of satisfaction. "Where you just keep apologizing for things, and then just never do anything to fix them. Or change the bit where you keep fucking the same things up."

Tim realizes, distantly, that he's being an ass to the one guy in his life who actually almost one-hundred-percent gets it, who's being unusually sincere and actually seems to be trying this time - but he doesn't care. He doesn't. Jay's never been a quick learner.