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[And Jay would sure as hell have been checked out if he'd been in Tim's place.]
I mean, you'd just...
[Jay's eyes dart to the carpet, trying to think of anything but the thundering crack of a shotgun and a ragged, hollow space carved into Tim's chest.]
Makes sense.
[Very softly, the bundle in Tim's arms starts to purr.]