"It's, uh." He has to suck in a breath, and another. And another. He coughs several more times to jar the fluid from his chest and rolls over from all fours to sit, semi-upright and breathless.
"I dunno." Avoiding each other's eyes, that's nice. Tim can't even ignore the shards of his own guilt carved into his throat as he looks out across the water, the boiling waves that are paradoxically too white and too dark.
Everything comes back to that color scheme, doesn't it, he thinks bitterly. It's just his life. His head. Well, that fits.
"I haven't been - sleep's been - I only just learned you were still here," he says, the excuses shriveling beneath his tongue. Yeah, plenty of explanations why he couldn't have checked on the guy, couldn't have confirmed whether his frankly freakish disappearance was as permanent as it seemed. Nothing in their lives is ever like it seems; haven't you learned that by now, Tim?
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"I dunno." Avoiding each other's eyes, that's nice. Tim can't even ignore the shards of his own guilt carved into his throat as he looks out across the water, the boiling waves that are paradoxically too white and too dark.
Everything comes back to that color scheme, doesn't it, he thinks bitterly. It's just his life. His head. Well, that fits.
"I haven't been - sleep's been - I only just learned you were still here," he says, the excuses shriveling beneath his tongue. Yeah, plenty of explanations why he couldn't have checked on the guy, couldn't have confirmed whether his frankly freakish disappearance was as permanent as it seemed. Nothing in their lives is ever like it seems; haven't you learned that by now, Tim?