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[postictal]

you realize that doesn't narrow things down, right?

text; and in that moment, jay briefly understood what it felt like to be alex kralie

[burntvideocassette]

I don't want anyone overhearing

specifically through the mirrors

text; how the turns have tabled

[postictal]

they've been talking to you?

[Jesus christ. That's just what they all need.]

where are we meeting and are you going to at least not try and attack me again

text; meet me in the park for some unspecified purpose tim i swear it's all on the level

[burntvideocassette]

[Jay doesn't want to tell Tim the details, but he has to say something.]

Yeah.

i just want to talk. ACTUALLY talk.

[Did he used to be the kind of person who attacks people?]

look you can bring a weapon just in case i don't care

[He's just trying to help, and Tim's making it difficult.]

and maybe the garden. somewhere without so many trees.

text; meet me in the parking lot if u want an ass kicking

[postictal]

[He can't exactly trust that Jay's telling the truth. Just want to talk, he said, until he burst in with a knife and a set of zipties. The very same knife Tim jabbed into the flesh of another man's throat, unresisting, straining against the fingers that squeezed the breath from his lungs.

He's not changed his policy as far as weapons goes. He can't trust himself with those sorts of things.

As if he could refuse Jay anything after -

After everything else.]

fine.
i'll be there in five.

[Just, you know. Follow the smoke.]