[He remembers nothing of the story or the characters. Just that most of the film seemed to be comprised of Brian looking reflective and staring into the middle distance, which would have been more believable as a character choice if Brian weren't generally the sort of person who didn't often succumb to solitary reflection, just as a rule.]
[Would that be normal, for Brian? To just...ghost?]
[Did he know him that well at all, really? Can he remember - he must have known him at some point. They must have been friends. Brian wouldn't have given him the time of day otherwise, except that Brian gave everyone the time of day, because he was just so fucking innately likable and personable and latched on to weird kids like Alex, like Tim, the freaks and loners and dumbasses who shouldn't have friends. Maybe that's why he liked them. Gravitated toward things that were broken, because he could help them feel a little less so.]
[It's funny, the way that works out. The way Tim can't know how well he knew Brian, because most of those memories have been funneled away. Who knows how close they were? Snatches of memory and glimpses played out on tape. A day on the set. A student film audition. A thrown towel and a cocky grin.]
i just figured he moved away or something
[Just...got sick of him. Sick of being dragged down constantly, and took matters into his own hands.]
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[He remembers nothing of the story or the characters. Just that most of the film seemed to be comprised of Brian looking reflective and staring into the middle distance, which would have been more believable as a character choice if Brian weren't generally the sort of person who didn't often succumb to solitary reflection, just as a rule.]
[Would that be normal, for Brian? To just...ghost?]
[Did he know him that well at all, really? Can he remember - he must have known him at some point. They must have been friends. Brian wouldn't have given him the time of day otherwise, except that Brian gave everyone the time of day, because he was just so fucking innately likable and personable and latched on to weird kids like Alex, like Tim, the freaks and loners and dumbasses who shouldn't have friends. Maybe that's why he liked them. Gravitated toward things that were broken, because he could help them feel a little less so.]
[It's funny, the way that works out. The way Tim can't know how well he knew Brian, because most of those memories have been funneled away. Who knows how close they were? Snatches of memory and glimpses played out on tape. A day on the set. A student film audition. A thrown towel and a cocky grin.]
i just figured he moved away or something
[Just...got sick of him. Sick of being dragged down constantly, and took matters into his own hands.]
[And Tim just never questioned it.]