Tim sighs, and he pulls the hand with the whiskey back (because he sees that look, Malcolm). What, is he supposed to heap it all on his shoulders and tell him it's not you it's me?
This is exhausting. He blames the alcohol for the slow unraveling of thoughts he has mulled over several times. "I was overwhelmed, and neither one of us is good at navigating big surprises. But I wasn't going to let you go a second alone here. So it doesn't matter."
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Tim sighs, and he pulls the hand with the whiskey back (because he sees that look, Malcolm). What, is he supposed to heap it all on his shoulders and tell him it's not you it's me?
This is exhausting. He blames the alcohol for the slow unraveling of thoughts he has mulled over several times. "I was overwhelmed, and neither one of us is good at navigating big surprises. But I wasn't going to let you go a second alone here. So it doesn't matter."