Tim hisses out in a slow, shaky breath, sinking down to sit parallel to Bee. He almost wraps his arms around his knees like he would have in the hospital, but despite the hunch of his shoulders he resists the urge, his fingers picking at a fraying shred of the threadbare carpet.
It is kind of a relief, in a complex, vertiginous sort of way, to know that he's not the only one again, and to know he couldn't have prevented this, regardless of however much he wanted to, still wants to. Needs to.
It's far away. Maybe she's right. But then, maybe that's what pulled Jay away in the first place.
The offer is straightforward, the agony in her voice genuine, and Tim still can't bring himself to look at her square.
"Yeah," he says, soft and hollow. "Yeah, he - the Rift took him back, I guess. He was dead before he got here, so." He closes the explanation with a one-shouldered shrug, grimacing.
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No. No, it's really not.
Tim hisses out in a slow, shaky breath, sinking down to sit parallel to Bee. He almost wraps his arms around his knees like he would have in the hospital, but despite the hunch of his shoulders he resists the urge, his fingers picking at a fraying shred of the threadbare carpet.
It is kind of a relief, in a complex, vertiginous sort of way, to know that he's not the only one again, and to know he couldn't have prevented this, regardless of however much he wanted to, still wants to. Needs to.
It's far away. Maybe she's right. But then, maybe that's what pulled Jay away in the first place.
The offer is straightforward, the agony in her voice genuine, and Tim still can't bring himself to look at her square.
"Yeah," he says, soft and hollow. "Yeah, he - the Rift took him back, I guess. He was dead before he got here, so." He closes the explanation with a one-shouldered shrug, grimacing.