And, abruptly, it does. The thing chaining Jay down releases him and they burst to the surface in a wet tangle. Tim's lungs heave, overworked, and he feels himself roll over something uneven and unyielding. He's not really that sure what the surface is, just that it exists in all its merciful solidity, so he can brace his palms against the furrowed exterior and breathe.
For a moment, there is nothing but the irregular cadence of their coughing as they frantically expunge the water from their lungs.
Tim tips his head back, gulping, shivering, the pale wrongness of the too-washed-out water and blank sky stinging his eyes.
"You're still here," he pants. Statement of the year. There's more in his throat than water. Some untold obstruction sticks there too, and he can't force the words past - not letting you go again.
He owes him. And he told him he'd never let this happen again. The least he can do, the very fucking least, is fix the damn mistake he made in the first place.
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And, abruptly, it does. The thing chaining Jay down releases him and they burst to the surface in a wet tangle. Tim's lungs heave, overworked, and he feels himself roll over something uneven and unyielding. He's not really that sure what the surface is, just that it exists in all its merciful solidity, so he can brace his palms against the furrowed exterior and breathe.
For a moment, there is nothing but the irregular cadence of their coughing as they frantically expunge the water from their lungs.
Tim tips his head back, gulping, shivering, the pale wrongness of the too-washed-out water and blank sky stinging his eyes.
"You're still here," he pants. Statement of the year. There's more in his throat than water. Some untold obstruction sticks there too, and he can't force the words past - not letting you go again.
He owes him. And he told him he'd never let this happen again. The least he can do, the very fucking least, is fix the damn mistake he made in the first place.