The coughing is a grating reminder of their lives, Tim's life now, it's always been Tim's life, and Tim has to keep tramping onward, just keep moving so he doesn't start thinking about the why.
And then Jay stops and Tim's heart wrenches in its cavity for a minute - keep moving, you idiot, do you wanna get yourself killed?
Oh. Right.
He half-turns, looking at the little remnant of his guilt and his failures, who's frail and trembling harder than any of the dead leaves that flutter like torn banners from branches.
"What are you doing?" he demands, frown darkening. Don't stop. They can't afford to stop.
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And then Jay stops and Tim's heart wrenches in its cavity for a minute - keep moving, you idiot, do you wanna get yourself killed?
Oh. Right.
He half-turns, looking at the little remnant of his guilt and his failures, who's frail and trembling harder than any of the dead leaves that flutter like torn banners from branches.
"What are you doing?" he demands, frown darkening. Don't stop. They can't afford to stop.