[That's the problem isn't it? The misery, pain and devastation in Jonah's voice feels so delicious. It settles in his mind, bright and boiling, the further it curls the more he can feel the details of it, his frustration with not being understood, the hunger, the use-
Wait.
Tim's head snaps up.]
... You're hungry.
[Something in him twisted, furious at himself. Spite and contrariness was more than enough to push forward.]
Jonah, you couldn't see when I pulled you out either.
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Date: 2020-09-06 01:33 pm (UTC)Wait.
Tim's head snaps up.]
... You're hungry.
[Something in him twisted, furious at himself. Spite and contrariness was more than enough to push forward.]
Jonah, you couldn't see when I pulled you out either.