Jay stares, eyes half-lidded, as the idea works its way through his head.
Tim's offering to let him stay the night. Tim says he looks shaky, which rankles him. He's not weak. He's had hundreds of nights like this before, and only one of them's killed him.
Hilarious.
He thinks back to something excised from his head, recorded and played back in Tim's voice (and played back later through tinny camcorder speakers). We're not gonna get anywhere like this, working solo.
"Okay," he mumbles.
Dimly, he scans the room for anything he can sleep on: a chair, a couch, whatever. He'll take the floor, no problem. But there's something else he has to deal with before he can sleep.
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Jay stares, eyes half-lidded, as the idea works its way through his head.
Tim's offering to let him stay the night. Tim says he looks shaky, which rankles him. He's not weak. He's had hundreds of nights like this before, and only one of them's killed him.
Hilarious.
He thinks back to something excised from his head, recorded and played back in Tim's voice (and played back later through tinny camcorder speakers). We're not gonna get anywhere like this, working solo.
"Okay," he mumbles.
Dimly, he scans the room for anything he can sleep on: a chair, a couch, whatever. He'll take the floor, no problem. But there's something else he has to deal with before he can sleep.
"Can I...?" He gestures toward Tim's closet.