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Won't argue with you there. Guess..."amateur" would be the best word for it.

[Amateur sleuth, amateur filmmaker, amateur investigator - yeah, Jay's entire everything was hung together with student loans and a determination to find answers. Not exactly a pinnacle of stability or pure intent.]

I know it's - I know I'm wrong. [Not just in the liar sense, either.] Know you wish I'd told you before. Guess some part of me was hoping I wouldn't have to.

Believe it or not, I do get it. [Her lip twists a little.] I do wish you'd told me, or someone anyway, especially when you didn't have your meds, but... you don't want people to look at you differently.

[Just because George chooses to armor herself in her weaknesses and tell all her truths on her own terms before they can be yanked from her doesn't mean she can't understand the urge to do otherwise. Not everyone is her.]

[The delivery of ruthless, knee-jerk judgments he excels at is what's kept him from making this kind of shitty mistake, but it turns out that's easier when you've got somewhere to go to get away from the people you're trying to avoid. He'd never have wanted George learning a thing about him if he'd held to his initial impression. If he'd never been more or less forced to re-evalute his perspective.

Goddamnit, why do people have to go and be complicated? It just goes and ruins every chance he has to be an unfeeling, paranoid, self-isolating bastard.]

I guess, uh...if it had to be somebody, it's good that it's someone who knows how deal with it.

That's what I do. Deal with things.

[Her voice is flat, almost emotionless. She's good at knowing how to deal with things, or at least good at pretending, and when it comes down to it, there's not really a difference. Things get dealt with. That's what matters.]

This is your secret. Shaun knows everything I know, but past that, it's up to you what you do with it.

Yeah. Okay.

[That's the hope; that he never has to spill that one to anybody else. He dulls his tone accordingly. Quiet acceptance. Just know you can't ever have a line of control into your own life, Tim. This is not for you.]

I can - I'll let you know. If it - looks like it'll happen again.

Good. [That much, at least, she absolutely means. Better to have warning. Better for it not to happen at all, but if it's going to happen, better to know.] Don't worry. I won't let you hurt anyone.

[He shouldn't thank her for that either. That's pretty basic stuff. And also pretty fucked up - like, thanks for agreeing to kill and/or maim me if I go off on anybody.]

Best I could hope for, I guess.

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