[He's tightly wound, the tension carrying over into his voice, but it's not like he can just switch it off. He glances back at the spread across the table, the mess of cables leading to the TV--all things that, in a normal situation, would mean a nice afternoon.]

[Wonderland's bullshit. Back home is even deeper bullshit.]

[You're not acting like a normal person.]

Can we just...not try and kill each other?

[It's aimed at Tim, and it's aimed at his own stupid goddamn decisions, and his paranoia, and the hours he didn't sleep, and the shapes at the corner of his eye, and Alex Kralie, and the thousand little things that had him at Tim's door with a knife and no plan beyond make him talk.]

Like, this is an honest question at this point.

[His arms are crossed across his chest, fingers digging into the skin.]

'Cause the way I see it, shit's been stacked against us from the very beginning. [An exasperated almost-laugh creeps into his voice.] But I watched you die--

[His voice cracks. Stupid. Stupid.]

And I don't wanna see it again. And I don't wanna be the reason why it happens again, and I don't want Wonderland or that thing or--or whatever to fucking...

[--make me, he finishes, inaudible except for a soft creak at the back of his throat.]