Oh god. What is he doing here? What is he going to say? He feels like he sleepwalked down here and now he's just waking up, fully unprepared for this. He opens his mouth and makes a pathetic half-sound before sagging forward. Dogs swirl anxiously around his feet and he can't even reach out to them for the small amount of comfort they can provide.

"I let them-" he starts and begins again because that's not quite accurate, is it. "They - they took him. I mean they-" He looks at her, fuck, fuck, he's not going to cry. "They never wanted me," he says helplessly. "They were after Tim, they were always after Tim. I was - incentive." He snaps the word out bitterly, finally feeling a surge of anger swelling up over the numbing despair, and that's better than nothing.